Isabelle came down the stairs crying this morning. I took her on my lap and asked her if she had just had too much "birthday"?
"No," she replied, "It's not that, Momma. It's just that I've discovered that I can never truly be happy."
"Oh, why not?" I asked, curious.
"Because Momma," she answered weeping, "I can never be a sheepdog. What I truly want in life is to be a sheepdog."
Sigh.
Go figure. And I thought the big plastic horse would have sufficed!
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That gave me a very good laugh this morning :) She is just too precious for words dear friend...
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