
This little cutie, Poopy, came downstairs this morning as I was making her lunch for school. She walked over to me, looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes, and asked me: "Daddy, what are we going to do when you die?" I was taken aback a little, and I tried to comfort her saying she would be ok, and it would be sad, but she and her sisters will be fine. She looked at me and said so sweetly, "No, I mean, I guess Mommy will have to make our lunches then."
Glad I know how important I am....










