Last night Miss Little One disappeared shortly before bedtime. She's mastered the art of making herself scarce around that time every night, so I didn't think much of it, until I noticed the shepherd, the infant Jesus, and a donkey missing from the nativity.
I found Miss Little One in her room and she informed me (with an unmistakable tone of authority) that she couldn't go to bed just yet. "I'm very busy adopting them."
What does it mean to adopt them, Sweetheart?
"It means they grew for me in another mother's tummy so I can be their mother. And Daddy and I love them bigger than the moon."
I let her stay up way past bedtime. Wouldn't you?
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