I was snuggling with Betsy last night as she was going to bed, and after she was quiet for a few minutes, I thought she was almost asleep. Then all of a sudden she spoke up.
B: "Mama, what is God going to do about the skeetos?" (mosquitoes)
M: "Um, I don't know, sweetheart."
B: "I think he's gonna kill 'em."
Ah, my sweet girl, drifting off to dreamland. With visions of sugarplums and mosquito annihilation.
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