Ramona, after seeing a stray dog run through our yard, expressed grave concern about him running across the highway. "Oh, Mommy," she cried, "I prayed for the Lord to protect him!"
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Me: 'Why was this stuff dumped on the floor?"
Ramona: "Oh. That was me. I did that when I was crying. I can't remember now if I was crying because Betsy wouldn't play with me, or just because I'm seven." (Insert appropriately abject sigh here.)
5 comments:
A book. A whole book of Ramona quotes. Is what I want.
Love. That. Kid.
Oh Ramona, I soooo understand. Sometimes I wonder if I'm crying for a reason, or just because I'm 28. :)
I'm with Melissa on this one.
Oh, Ramona. I remember praying at school while the teacher read us about the Ingalls girls and the Indian coming to visit. It's funny what happens when prayer is just part of how you think.
What a sweet child
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