my charlee girl.

i've been told...
but know i'm a believer -
4 is the best age in the whole world.

case in point:

this morning, char woke up sobbing-scared.

i heard her daddy go into her room and ask her what was wrong.

she said she had a really bad dream.  

gary scooped her up and tucked her in next to me.

she looked at me with large unblinking eyes.  

and then this gem unfolded:

me: tell me about it.

char: someone brought a worm in our house.

me: what kind of worm?

char: a green worm and it was walking around the house

and then someone put it in a worm machine and 

it came out really really stinky.

(she was almost tearing up again)

me: that's terrible (but what i was thinking was - i already love this day)

char: yeah... and then it was walking around the kitchen and there was ice cream but i didn't have any.  

and i was so scared.  

me: how big was the worm.
char: this big
(she held up her pointer and her thumb with exactly 2 inches between them)

me: absolutely terrifying!
char: i know.

a little later we had this back-and-forth:

me: grandma jodi's coming this weekend.

char: grandma jodi?

me: yep!

char: are you going to have another baby?

me: what? no! why would ask that?

char: (shrug and smile)