The other day while driving home from preschool, C told me he didn't want lunch when we got home. So I asked him what they had for a snack that day. His reply was:
"We had cake. With no icing. And it tasted like corndogs."
My only guess was that it wasn't a cake-cake, but rather corn bread.
Today in the car (because we do a lot of talking in the car) our conversation...
C: "Why does XX (we'll leave her anonymous) just have one baby? Because she doesn't want two?"
Me: "No she wants another one she just can't."
C: "Oh because her husband doesn't want one?"
Me: "No, no, no. Her body can't make another one right now."
C: "You should tell her to talk to God and she could make her one." (He refers to God as a female)
I thought that was so sweet and profound.
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