Jord: How old are you?
Me: 31
Jord: You should be up in Heaven! That's an old number!
Me: Rude!
Jord: Sorry, but it is.
I pulled some soup out of the microwave and put it in front of Jordyn. It was steaming. She started saying, "Rabbit! Rabbit! Rabbit!" over and over to get the steam away. We had just been at the cabin and her cousins must have taught her that at the fire pit.
Caid: Your breath is gross.
Jord: And your attitude is mean.
We were talking about how when you go to Heaven, we are perfect again. No one is sick or deaf or blind anymore. Jordyn said to me in a worried voice, "But mom, you look cute with glasses! Will you ask Heavenly Father to let you put them back on?"
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