My little Reily has several neuroses. She's also quick to establish new ones. She's always been curious about babies, armpits, and death. (Yep, armpits)
This weekend she and the other primary children were blessed with the opportunity of singing to the residence of the Sterling Home. The residents are chronologically gifted*. Our friend, Katie, celebrated her 100th birthday recently.
They all did an amazing job singing their little hearts out and even accepted those sweet, yet slightly suffocating, hugs and kisses.
Later, Reily confessed that she started to cry "just a little bit" when she was singing. When I asked her why... "Because I thought some of those people were a little bit dead. But, they were just sleeping. They looked a little dead though."
Since then we've had several discussions on the difference between sleep and death.
Oh, Reily.
Monday, September 13, 2010
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2 comments:
oh Reily is right. A little Pat Hall syndrome I think. ;)
this just made my day! i just want to kiss her and sqeeze her to sleep... not death!!!
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