Molly Sez

“I’m gonna kiss you on the nose! Right on your shiny black nose!” I told her. 

“Why?” Molly asked.

“Because I love you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my little girl.”

“Why?”

“Because I adopted you.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted someone wonderful, like you, to take care of.”

“Why?”

“Do I need to have a reason?”

“No.” She acquiesced and smiled. “I guess you don’t need to have a reason.”