well. that's a first.

Sitting on the picnic cloth, fixin' to eat lunch,

Lexi looked at me lovingly

and very calmly told me, 

"I wish you and Daddy were dead."

I asked her why she would want that

and she replied, "That way I could do whatever I want."

Now, I imagine a child or two has wished me dead

- when they were mad at me -

(and Lord knows, I've wished me dead)

but I have never before had a child (sweetly) tell me she wished me dead.

Silly Lex'.

(I wonder what it is she wants to do so badly?)