Maggie Anne always has good questions for me when I wait outside her stall in the bathroom. This past Saturday in the packed football game bathroom, I heard her ask, "Mama, why do you love me?" I could hear the ladies giggle on both sides of her. I told her that I loved her because she is my little girl.

Then louder, she asked me, "NO! Why do you love me SOOOO MUCH!?!" More ah's from her neighbors and I just told her that I am glad that she knows that.