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