Conversations with a Two-Year-Old

Millie, jumping into my lap in frightened fashion: “Something is going to get me.”
Me: “What is going to get you?”
Millie: “Vampires is going to get me.”
Me: “What?”
Millie: “Vampires get me. They bite me.”
Me: “Really? Where are they going to bite you?”
Millie: “On my head.”
Me: “Where did you learn about vampires?”
Millie: “I play vampires with sissy.”

I have the coolest freaking kids…

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