Olivia

I was laying next to Livie in bed getting ready for her nap. Here is our converstaion:

Livie: Mom, will I go to heaven when I die?

Me: Of course! We all will be heaven together. Mom and Dad and Gloria and Grayson and Cami and you!!

Olivia: Will it be tomorrow?

Me: Oh no! It won't be for a long, long time. Probably not until after you are a grandma or a great grandma.

Olivia: I will be a grandma?

Me: Someday you will.

Olivia: Then will I be a Grandpa?

Me: No. But you will be married to one.

Olivia: I will?

Me: Yes. But he won't be a grandpa when you get married. He will just be a boy, and you will be a girl.

Olivia: How old will I be.

Me: 25

Olivia: I don't want to marry a boy. I want to marry Santa Clause.

Me: you do?

Olivia: Yes. I am going to ask Santa if he will marry me for Christmas.

Me: Hmmmmm. Sounds like a good plan, but you still have to wait until you are 25 to get married. That is a long time away.

Olivia: I will ask him now if he will marry me when I am 25.

Me: OK.

- I chuckled at this, because I know why she wants to marry Santa, so she can have all the toys she wants!! Smart girl :)