Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Out of the mouths of babies . . .

A: "Mommy?"
Me: "Hmm?" clearly distracted by the grapes and raspberries I was cleaning for breakfast.
A: "Mommy?" thinking to herself, "She WILL NOT ignore me!"
Me: "Yes, A? What do you need?"
A: "When are you going to have more babies, so that we can fill up all the seats in our car?"
Me: "Never, sweetie. Now run along and feed your brother and sister these grapes."

Certainly, our car will be full of more crumbs, dirty clothes, tricycles, balls, picnic blankets, sunscreen and miscellaneous crap over the coming years. But babies? The car* has had her fill.

*Please substitute Mommy for car.

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