What We Are Made Of

Luke read us some Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes a few days ago. Evie and George and I sat on his bed while he read them to us, picking out his favorites, and skipping the ones he didn't want to read.

He got to this one and read it out loud:

What are little boys made of?

What are little boys made of?

Frogs and snails

And puppy-dogs' tails,

That's what little boys are made of.

What are little girls made of?

What are little girls made of?

Sugar and spice

And everything nice,

That's what little girls are made of.

Evie shook her head, sat up straight and announced, "That's not what little girls are made of."

I looked at her with surprise in my eyes, "Oh yeah?"

She shook her head again and said, "I know what little girls are made of . . ."

I smiled, "What's that?"

Evie answered with confidence, "Little girls are made with love."

I chuckled a little, "That's right! You're right about that."

Evie continued, "Everything is made with love."

I smiled some more, ruffled the hair on her head and said, "I guess so."