Out of the Mouths...

As I tucked my precious Little Flower in to bed last night, wishing her sweet dreams, she turns exhausted and sleepily and says this to me:
"I hope you wake up tomorrow"

In the background of my head a record came screeching to a stop.

One can only conclude, she is planning my death because of the total disappointment when there was in fact no pony in our living room on Christmas morning.

I appreciatively thanked her for the well wishes and of course slept with one eye open.