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Saturday, March 30, 2013

Don't Call Me a Honey

She just left the shop, Cloey. She belongs to a friend and is four years old and cute as a button. I instantly fell in love.

Somewhere during the conversation I called her, Honey.

She turns to me, stomps her little foot and said, "Stop calling me Honey."

We laughed. I knelt before her and took her into my arms, then said, "Okay, Sweetheart. I'll never again call you Honey."

Her, big smile. Then, "Good. I like Sweetheart. You can call me Sweetheart all day long."

I want a little girl. So bad.

Stephen

16 comments:

  1. I guess she told you. Funny how they like their own things! Sweet and pretty little girl. She was polite about it. Happy Easter if you celebrate with eggs. I don't have lil ones. I will instead celebrate a more traditional Easter. Hope its cold enough to crank the oven. Hope ya have a nice day.

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    1. Thanks, Dear Lady...yes, she's a doll.

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  2. They can steal our hearts so easily, at that age. Hope the rest of your day goes that sweetly.

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    1. Thank you, my good friend. My heart is so easily stolen.

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  3. What a Cutie Pie. Bet she wouldn't like that term either ;)

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    1. Girls, they are so weird sometimes....thanks, my lovely friend.

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  4. YOU ARE A HONEY and a sweetheart.

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  5. We know who you are really longing for, and we are still praying for that reunion. Keep hope alive, and God bless you and yours.

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    1. I'm an open book....thanks, Dear Sweet Lady.

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  6. I highly recommend the experience. My daughter has made me a better man in ways I never would have dreamed possible.

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    1. Daddy Hawk, I understand. I've an eight year old granddaughter and she is my heart. Thanks, my friend.

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    1. I so hope the Good Lord reads your comment....thanks, my good friend.

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