me:  hurry up, keyzia, i have to go too!

keyzia:  you have to wait your turn!  you have to learn to be patient!

me:  keyzia, why are you poking yourself like that?

keyzia:  oh, momma, i had to fix my vagina! ((poke, poke))  there!  that's better!

keyzia:  are you sad momma?

me:  a little bit...

keyzia:  it's okay momma, i'll give you a biiiiig hug, and a biiiiiig kiss!

me:  i would really like that!

keyzia:  i'm your best friend, momma!!  i like you!

if only she would remember this when she's a teenager!

yesterday we were out at my good friend ange's place, and, as usually happens when a bunch of kids are together, keyzia got whacked on the cheek with a toy.  left a little bruise, no big deal...

this morning when she got up she ran out and said,

keyzia:  look momma!  God fixed my owie!!

me:  he did?  hey!  that's great!!

keyzia: (singing) God has a bandaid!  God put a bandaid on my owie!  God's bandaids!  God's bandaids!  God's bandaids...  God's bandaids!

keyzia:  God's pretty great, isn't he?

i couldn't have said it better myself.