So I ordered a life insurance policy. I want to make sure Little Bear is covered in the event I finally meet my match.
When I check my mail I always bring her with me. Her head is the perfect height to see into the box and for some reason it’s something she just loves to do. Regardless, we go to check the mail today and she pulls out my life insurance policy. She then proceeds to spend the next 15 minutes asking me weird details and expressing much more interest in said life insurance policy than a 3 year old child should have. Then I started to think about the last picture her mother sent me about a week ago:
Bar Tally: 253 Hours
