Conversations with Thea

One of Thea’s and my weekend traditions is to take a nap together (damn y’all, but I love me some nap time) and I generally read her anywhere from 3-5 bajillion books before we close our eyes.  This conversation took place while we were reading Ferdinand, and we were at the part where Ferdinand won’t fight in the bull fights in Madrid, and so he is in the cart being transported back home.

Thea: Is that guy tied up? (talking about the guy driving the cart)
Me: No, I don’t think so. He’s steering the horses.
Thea: Is he drinking milk?
Me: Um, no…
Thea: Is he drinking water?
Me: No, he’s taking Ferdinand back home in a cart.
Thea: … Oh.  He is very handsome.  But… I don’t want to marry him.
Me: Ok, I think that’s a good idea. You can wait until you’re big, like me, before you get married.
Thea: Yes, I will marry Daddy.
Me: Well, no, you will find your own person to marry. When you’re much much older.
Thea: What if I can’t find my person?
Me: You’ll find your person. I promise. I will help you.
Thea: Can you be my person?
Me: Yes, I will always be your person.
Thea: You’re my BEST friend.

After she finished talking she grinned at me, put her head down on my shoulder, and fell immediately asleep.  And then my heart grew two sizes and I ate her up.