Fortune Cookie

I grabbed a few things from the pantry and threw them in my bag on the way out with Bebe today. One of those things was a fortune cookie from take-out weeks ago. I know Bebe likes them, so there. After our mall adventures, I loaded her into the car and took a moment before heading off to the groceria. I cracked open the fortune cookie, gave her half and I took the rest. It read as follows:

Stop worrying and take a chance. Poignant, no?

I'll take it,

Molly

P.S. Thanks to Little Sister for her wise words. You are right.