When I was little...

A couple days ago Karis turns around to me as we were walking up the stairs and says, "When I was little I used to hate you and not like you. But now that I'm bigger I love you!" Then jumps in my arms and gives me a big hug.

Tonight, before bed, she asks, "Can I tell you a story?" Oddly, her stories always involve someone dying tragically. I respond affirmatively and she begins. "When I was little, I chopped you in half, put you in a pot, and then ate you. But now that I'm bigger, I won't ever do that again. I love you Daddy!" and proceeds to give me a big hug. Quite the flair for the dramatic, eh? comments