My daughter Natalie and I were swinging side by side earlier this week, on one of those perfect Minnesota spring evenings. We were having a "swing race" to see who could pump their legs faster and make their swing sail higher.
The following conversation then ensued:
Natalie: "Mom, I'm going so high, I'm touching the clouds!"
Mom (not to be outdone): "Oh yeah? I'm so high, I'm touching the stars!"
Natalie: "I'm so high, I'm touching the Lord!"
Seeing as she's never used that particular phrase before, I almost doubled up with laughter. ("What's so funny, Mom?") And I think I lost my edge in the contest from that point on.
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