We were sitting in the warm sun, after a morning of flu...
Mom: "You have a beautiful heart, Miriam."
Miriam: "Thanks, mom."
Miriam: "Girls' hearts have roses in them."
Mom: to self "Oh, gag me!"
another long pause
Miriam: "And boys' hearts are full of thorns."
Mom: wonders to self "Huh. A Sacred Heart reference?"