Lucia walks toward the front door and says bye. We ask where she is going and she says "I am running to Aaron."
On Sunday we look over to Cyra and she has a furrowed brow and a mad look on her face muttering "I don't want to be buried up, I don't want to be buried up." Mehrsa asks who is going to bury her up, and Cyra replies "The angels. I don't want the angels to bury me up."
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Posted by Jared at 11:38 AM
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Awesome. Does she even know where we live? I'm very flattered that she would want to come see me. Or, more likely, I'm too big headed to think that she was referring to me. Either way, we'd love to see you guys sometime once things get settle down for you. btw, I saw Mehrsa's job posting for a research assistant a few months ago on BYU's website and almost applied just as a joke. But I didn't because I'm lazy.
You're here! You should have called so Ash could do some heavy lifting. What can we do? Can we take the girls to the park so you can unpack? Let's have dinner soon.
On the angels thing from Cyra--I should have told that way back when, I figured out that it held the kids' attention better in primary if I turned the scripture stories into thrillers. Sorry about that.
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