Abby's love language as of recently, or i recently realized, is quality time. So when i got home from work today, she wanted me to push her on the swing. I was pushing and doing the "twisty whisty" and we were chatting.
Ab: do kids have kids?
Me: no, you should be older
Ab: so baby brothers grow up to be dads?
Me: yes, that's right
Ab: and girls grow up to be moms?
Me: yeppers
Ab: can i grow up and have kids?
Me: yes, if you would like to sugarbeat
Ab: yea, i think i will. because then i can be a mom, and then i'll be just like you!
love her....
