Shelby and I are picking up the soccer balls for her team that I coach. I say "I love you. How did I get so lucky to have you for my daughter?" She is skipping along beside me. I ask her, "So, do you like your life?"
And she says, "No, not really."
"WHHAAT?" I ask..."Why not?"
"Well, I wish that I were Hanna (her best friend)."
"Because then I would have a chocolate brown lab Webkin....and I wish I had her face."
"Because I like her face better than mine."
"I don't know, I think her face is SOO beautiful. I think it's better than mine."
"Well it's Nooot," I said. "You guys are both pretty. But I think that you are wonderful. You have golden hair, and blue eyes and the biggest smile...and dimples. That is the best!"
"Yeah, well I wish I had her Mom."
"Cause she is never mean to me."
"Well I am hardly ever mean to you. Only when you are really naughty do you get in trouble. But most of the time I am super nice to you."
"Yeah, but I still want her."
"But if you had her, then you wouldn't have Grandma Paula, cause she is MY mom."
By this time my heart has broken in to about a zillion little pieces. I am crushed. And then she says, "Well, I just really want a brown lab Webkin." And then I tell her that she can probably get one for her birthday. To which she says that in that case, she likes her life.
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