When I die...

Laundry loads up. I feel like I am always doing it. Today as I was folding laundry this

is the conversation that I encountered.

Ava: Mom is that your nightgown?

Me: No, its a dress.

Ava: Oh. I like it. I wish I had one.

Me: You do?

Ava: Yeah. Mom, can you leave it to me when you die?

So... just in case there is any confusion. My gray dress goes to Ava when I die.