Marissa was pouring out her affections toward me the other day. She hugged me and said,
"Mom, I love you. I never want you to die. If you ever get murdered, just know it was not me."
I was getting ready to tell the kid a story, but I warned them first that I would be "tooting my own horn" during the story. Garett said, "That's okay, Mom. I toot my own horn all the time. Almost as much as I toot my own butt."
