September 11. 2014

*At physical therapy this morning… One of the therapists baked cookies and brought one for Is to have after she was finished*

“Mommy! Look at this cookie!”
“It’s great, Is! Are you gonna eat it?”
“No. I’m gonna save it.”
“Okay, you can have it after lunch if you want. It’ll wait.”
“Mom… why will my cookie wait?”
“I mean, it’ll be there when you want it.”
“Do you mean my cookie is patient? Because it’s waiting for me?”

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