About 5 years ago, we had bought some seashells from one of those cheesy souvenir shops in Biloxi. We also bought a little dried starfish; it's kind of delicate and sweet looking. I have it next to the girls bathroom sink. And so .... the point of this post.
Emma yelling(in the tub last night): Mommmmm?!
Me yelling (from the next room): Yeah?
Emma: Can I please put that starfish on the counter in the tub with me?
Me: Sure, I guess.
Emma (after a few seconds of silent contemplation): Mom?
Emma: It won't come back alive or anything, huh?
Me: (chuckle) No, you're good.
just when you think they're too grown up for you, they lay something like this on you and you're so happy that a little piece of them is still so innocent-