Clara Grace had difficulty drifting off to sleep on the night of Tuesday, August the twenty-first. As her daddy left the room after asking her to close her eyes for the second time, he commented, “You’re precious.”
Clara Grace agreed, “I am precious. What’s precious, Daddy.”
Her daddy answered, “Precious means, ‘I love you. You mean a lot to me.’”
Clara Grace replied, “No, precious means, ‘I love you, but go to sleep.’”
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