I should probably remember that all the little scares I have about what the future may hold are simply little quirks from a toddler’s highly imaginative mind.
Cookie sitting in an Uber van on the way back from the airport: Daddy, when I grow up, I’m not going to get married.
Cookie: No. When I grow up, I’m going to buy a big car and drive you and Mommy around.
Mommy: You’re going to give us rides?
Cookie: Yep. Where ever you want to go. I’ll live with Mommy and Daddy forever.
[D’oh!] … Umm… That’s very sweet, Cookie.