Monday, February 9

The littlest angel

Why does it hurt so bad when a three-year-old walks up to you, looks deep into your eyes, frowns, and says "I can't find the Mommy horse."

I just wanted to scoop her up and hug her.

We looked everywhere for the horse (truth be told, I had no idea what this 'mommy horse' even looked like). We found several ponies and horses, none of which were the right size or color. She was disappointed. I was disappointed. I felt horrible. How is it, that someone so young, can have that much power over someone ten times their age?

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