C wore a short-sleeved dress to church today, and has been running around the house without her sweater all day (against my advice).
It's past bedtime now, and we're just waiting for Daddy to get home so she will go to bed. She climbs up on my lap. We chat for a few minutes about the appeal of Facebook, and then she asks, "Momma, do you know one thing I really do like about you? Really, a lot?"
C (as she pulls my arms around her): You're warm!