a few nights ago we were sitting at the dinner table. sophie pointed at my eyes. and said eyes. i asked her to point at her eyes. and she did. i asked her what color her eyes were. she said brown. i told her my eyes were brown. and hers were blue. i then told will his eyes used to be blue too. like the blue of his booster seat.
will: what color are they now?
me: they are a little more grey. like grampa dale's. so i'm told.
will: grampa dale?
me: yep.
will: where is grampa dale?
me: well, grampa dale is an angel in heaven.
will: is he going to come and visit us?
me [tears welling in my eyes]: oh, i think he visits us every day.
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