This afternoon while I was in the shower, Mattea came into the bathroom and asked me for a baby brother. Knowing there wasn't a whole lot I could do for her, I asked her to talk to her father.
A few minutes later she ran upstairs and said "daddy said he wants a sister, but I want a brother!"
ME: "Well honey, I don't know what we are going to do about that."
Mattea so smoothly replied, "why don't you just ask God to send you down one from heaven?"
Do I have a great girl or what?