She said what?

I cut her bangs myself - so glad it is not obvious.

Me: Emma, you're bleeding!

Emma: Oh, I need a tissue!

Me: Then go to the bathroom and get one.

Emma: Oh. Ok.

Me: Don't pick at it, it will heal faster if you leave it alone.

Emma: leans down and whispers in my ear, "God heals us."

I don't know where she heard that or why she whispered it, but it was like something from a sci-fi movie.



Emma: Mommy, when I am I going to get a baby in my belly?

Me: When you're married.

Emma: Well, when will that be? Who is going to be my husband?

Me: It will be a while - you have lots of time to go find someone in this world that you think you would like to live with. *wanted to faint*