Monday night, Ely decided she wanted some Shells and White Cheddar Pasta Roni. She went to the pantry and pulled out a box, bringing it to me and shaking it slightly. "I think we need shells," she said with a little tilt to her head.
"Oh, we do?" I asked her, to which she nodded emphatically.
"Yes, mommy. We need shells." I told her I'd think about it.
Several minutes later, she turned to me and asked what I was thinking. Supposing that she had seen a worried look on my face or something of the kind, I responded, "I'm thinking about how much I love you."
She said earnestly, "And about shells?"
Yes, my darling . . . about shells and how much I love you.
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