Conversations with Eva

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.