When I put Brinley to bed the other night, I noticed a funny lump on her chest. When I ask her about it, she promptly pulled out a heart shaped sponge that we had used earlier that day in a craft project. She told me it was her heart, and asked me if she could sleep with it.  I didn’t think there was any harm in letting her sleep with it. I figured it would be forgotten by morning anyway.

Wrong.

We had breakfast, goofed around and then I sent the kids upstairs to get dressed. Brinley came down and I could see the orange heart right through her shirt.

She pulls it out every once in a while, looks at it, and puts it back in her shirt. She is such a goofball…