We were once again driving on the highway that passes by the cemetery. Again, Kiki asks: "Mama, what are those rocks in the ground?"
Me: "Kiki, you know what they are. We put the rocks in the ground to remember the people we love who died."
K: "Like grandpa in Montana?"
Me: "Right, like grandpa."
K: "And your mommy."
Me: "That's right."
Silent thinking.
"Sometimes I like to pretend I'M your mommy!"
"What?!?" Goosebumps!
"Sometimes I like to pretend I'm your mommy."
"Why?"
"Because it's funny."
(Mwahahahaha!!!)
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