conversation piece{s}.

piece #1
jessa: "mama? you love daddy?"
me: "yes, hunny. i love daddy very much!"
jessa: "why?"
me: "daddy is my husband. he is my love. my prince (as an avid fan of the disney princesses, i thought this would paint her a perfect picture). God made daddy just for me. just like if you get married someday, God will have made your husband just for you."
jessa: "oh. i think i understand."

piece #2
jessa: "mama, i want to play with myah."
me: "hunny, what did i say (this has been repeated for the ump-millionth time)? you are sick and cannot play today."
jessa: "i'm not sick anymore (between hacking up flem)."
me: "please don't argue with me."
jessa: "but i'm so beautiful."
me: while thinking to myself, 'where does she get this stuff from?', "yes, you are very beautiful, but that doesn't make it okay to argue with me."

piece #3
me: "jessa, who is going to live in this house?"
jessa: with a big smile beaming across her face, "andy, heidi and mikey! and mikey will play in my room."
me: "that's right. mikey will live in your room. and we will get a brand new place..."
jessa: quickly chiming in, "but i want to take my books."
me: "oh, of course. you can take all of your toys and belongings."
jessa: "my purse. my dresses..."
me: "yup. and we'll take all of our furniture. our couches. our pictures. our vases. your chair."
jessa: "and daddy's hat."
me: "yes, we will take daddy's hat too."