At approximately 8:32 a.m., this conversation took place:
Eva: "Hey, Momma. Whatcha doin?"
Me: "Folding clothes, what are you doing?"
Eva: "Playing a game."
Me: "What kind of game?"
Eva: "A walking game."
Me: "Oh yeah? How do you play that?"
Eva: "Well, you walk left and right."
Me: "Really? Is there anything else you do?"
Eva: "Um, you kind of go forth and back."
Exciting game. My girl, you are too funny for me to handle sometimes.
10:30 a.m.
Eva sees the birth mark on my leg for the thousandth time.
Eva: "Is that your birf mark?"
Me: "Yep."
Eva: "Did you draw on yourself?"
Me: "No, that's always been there."
Eva: "What happened?"
Me: "Nothing, that's just the way God made me."
She thinks a minute...
Eva: "Does God have a birf marker in his hand?"
Me: "I guess so."
A birf marker. I love it.
