Overheard

On Friday, we picked some blackberries down the street. When Brady went further down the street without us, this is what went down...

Ella: Daddy! I want Daddy! Where did Daddy go?
Me: He ran away. You're stuck with your old mom.
Ella: You're NOT old. How many times do I have to tell you? You're not old.
Me: *big smile*

p.s. It's really been a month since my last post? Golly gee...