Did you think I was going to say, “The answer is always Jesus”? Nope, this isn’t that kind of a post. In our house, the answer to most of the questions I ask throughout the day is…”Abby”!
Who took a bite out of this roll on the counter?
Who left these magnets on the kitchen floor?
Who unrolled all the TP in the bathroom?
Who changed the setting on the toaster?
Who saw where I set my keys down?
Who remembers when I said we could get fro-yo at GoGo’s?
Why am I so tired?
Why has “Good Morning, God” been stuck in my head all day?
Who took all these pictures on my Camera Roll?
Who wants to go to Chick Fil A?
How did this play doh get into the refrigerator?
Who broke a blue ink pen on my comforter?
Who is responsible for all of my gray hairs?
Who is my favorite three-year-old in the world?