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“Sure,” I said, feeling honored she chose me. (I personally have no desire to go to space, but one makes sacrifices for their children.)
“I think I need a grown-up to go with me because I don’t know how to drive a rocket,” she continued pensively.
“Kiddo, I don’t know how to drive a rocket either,” I confessed.
“But you can read the instruction book,” said my little smartie. If only everything in life was as easy as that.
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It's the sweet out of nowhere comments like this that make children so precious.
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