Harper informed me in the car the other day.."Mommy, when you & Daddy die, I'm taking your house and turning it into a farm"
Me, "Have you talked to your sisters about this?"
Harper, "Yeah, they don't want it"
And then 30 seconds later...
Harper, "When I get old, I will have a mustache"
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