Conversations with Reagan

I was on the phone telling my Mom about what a girl Reagan is. She has to carry a purse anytime we leave the house, chap stick is her constant companion, clothes changed multiple times a day... You get the picture. I said to my Mom, " I don't know where she gets it from. It wasn't from me." Reagan replies to me, " I know, from Daddy!"

Last night we were watching t.v. and the people on there weren't being very nice to each other, so Reagan commented that they didn't love each other. I asked her who loved her. Her first response was a resounding " My Daddy!", quickly followed by... "Santa Claus!"