After picking up on a conversation I was having on the phone with a friend, about another friend's "broken heart", Anna tells me:
Anna: Mommy, do you know my heart broke sometimes?
Me: It did? What happened?
Anna: It just broke mommy.
Me: How sad! And what did you do?
Anna: I just have to fix it.
Me: And how do you fix a broken heart, Anna?
Anna: You just get a new one.
Me: How do you get a new heart, sweetie?
Anna: You just paint it, with some paint, and then you put it in your tummy, and then you're done!
2 comments:
that's SOOO funny...and sad...and cute... all at the same time!!
Oh, so sweet!! I hope that works for her. And isn't it scary to have your sweet daughter talk about that- and to know that it's in her future somewhere? Things like that make me want to keep our little girls safe and innocent as long as I can!
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