This is what took place at today's lunch table. I just love the sweet innocence of the three year old mind... enjoy.
"Mom, do you know what I'm going to be when I grow up?"
"No Caroline, what are you going to be?"
"A butterfly, so that I can fly back to Erie."
"That's a great idea Caroline, but I will miss you."
"I'm a butterfly Mom, that means I can come visit you wherever you are!"
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