Sugar and I took a stroll around the neighborhood this evening. We talked about what a nice evening it was for a walk and girl talk and and stopped to smell some honeysuckle (Gamma, it smells like honey!). I snapped some blurry photos of a purple thistle flower and Sugar took a better focused shot of my backside. Then I picked a stem of those little white flowers on that long, weedy, thin stalk and put it in her hair.
Sugar told me to stay where I was, but not wanting her to get too far away, I followed her at about ten feet back. She wanted a stem of white flowers for me and I helped her find one to her liking.
She handed it to me very sweetly and said, "Gamma, these are for you when Gampa dies and you marry another man."
I told Sugar I don't want her worrying about people dying. And she repeated the purpose of the flowers again.
Good heavens. What is going on in her little head?
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