October 29, 2014

*I get Is more milk, and notice the sun is coming up magnificently; the sky is striped with hot pink and orange clouds. So I go grab Is and pick her up, sitting her on the counter so she can see up and out the window.*

“Look at the sky, Is, isn’t it pretty? The sun’s coming up.”
“Is it morning time?”
“Yep.”
“It’s pink.”
“Yes.”
“I spy with my little eye, a pink sky!”

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