Thursday, February 03, 2011

Dawn's Early Light

Monday morning, Mari came to my bed before anyone else was awake. She lay there silently for a few moments and then in a quiet whisper, she confessed, "Mom, I have an issue."

I turned toward her and asked, "What honey?"

She repeated, "I have an issue, Mom."

I giggled to myself and waited for her to explain.

She continued, "I have an issue, and I need a tissue, AND that rhymes!"

I cracked up laughing and handed her the box, 'cause that girl is hilar!