The other day, Eva and I were talking about how she could choose to be so many things when she grew up ... a mommy ... a teacher ... a doctor ... a missionary.
"I can't be a missionary, Mommy!" she adamantly announced.
"Why not?" I asked, a little shocked.
"Because I already am a missionary!"
(: (: (:
"I can't be a missionary, Mommy!" she adamantly announced.
"Why not?" I asked, a little shocked.
"Because I already am a missionary!"
(: (: (:
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