Tink and I were cuddling on the couch last night before bed. Ya know, the kiss their cheeks until they can't stop giggling, praying they will stay this age forever, tummy tickling kind of cuddling.
She suddenly got very serious.
Tink: I keep stuff way down in my heart forever.
Me: Really? What kind of stuff?
Tink: Your love and kisses and hugs and your good byes. And daddy's good stuff too.
Me: (With tears in my eyes.) Wow, that's good stuff to keep in your heart. I'm gonna keep this in my heart forever.
Tink: Me too mommy.
Then she was back to being a three year old again and was smooshing my cheeks to make me look silly.
Where does this stuff come from? Is there a 90 year old person hiding inside her body? This stuff is too deep for a three year old.