And this is the second story.
This morning when we are getting in the car to go to school Lindsay says to me: "I want a new mommy. Maybe one like Auntie Sheri" (her godmother, my very good friend).
Then she thinks for a moment.
"But Auntie Sheri is expensive," she continues, "And I don't have a lot of money. So I guess I am stuck with you."