Blood and Love

Here’s a great one. I asked my nine-year-old daughter how she knows that she’s not a robot. Without hesitation, and with a smarminess that told me she thought the question was stupid, she blurted out “I’m made of blood and love. No robot is made of blood and love!”

Selah.
 

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