Mom: Can you believe Thanksgiving is this week?
Mariah: Yeah. Are we having a big chicken?
Mom: No, turkey.
Mariah: I'll just call it a big chicken nugget.
Mariah: Mom, when are we going to go to heaven?
Mom: I don't know. What do you think it will be like up there?
Mariah: Snowing, raining, sunshine, summer, Christmas.
The Last Transmission: An Epitaph of Scandalous Mercy
11 months ago
1 comment:
I'm hoping if it does snow up there it comes down warm!
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