We were sitting at the dinner table tonight and I was telling Mr. Sunday that I had overheard the six year old neighbor boy tell my five year old daughter that he wanted to kiss her. I told them that there would be no kissing going on around here.
The five year old says, “Why did I see YOU kiss daddy the other morning?”
I say, “That is because we are grown up and we are married, so it is ok.”
The three year old starts listing off all of the things she will do when she is old like me, “when I am old like your age, I am going to drive, I am gonna kiss a boy and I am going to pay money and buy a baby.”
*me looking completely dumbfounded*
Always quick, the twelve year old says, “Oh, so you plan to adopt!”
