This morning as we were driving in the car:
Abby: Mom, I really want to ride a squirrel.
You may wonder what the context of that comment was. It came shortly after she told me at afica and mafica rhyme.
Also this morning in the car:
Haley: Mom, do unicorns live at Disneyland?
Me: No, honey. But it does seem like there should be unicorns at Disneyland.
Haley: Then where do unicorns live?
Me: In enchanted forests.
Haley: Where's the enchanted forest?
Me: In your imagination. There aren't any real enchanted forests, but you can imagine them.
Haley: But where are the unicorns.
Me: Honey, there aren't real unicorns.
At this comment, Haley's eyes welled up with tears. It was so sad. I wished I could make unicorns real for her.
Me: I don't know why God didn't make unicorns, but He didn't.
After a few moments of silence...
Haley: I'm gonna pray that God will make unicorns.
(Katie, obviously I was thinking of you through that conversation.)
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