As Quinn and I were driving home from school she bombarded me, as usual, with her never ending litany of questions and opinions.
"Mommy, when will I be able to drive?"
"Oh, not until you are much older...somewhere around 16 years old."
"Will I get this car? (Referring to my Mom-mobile). You know you should always share."
"Yes it is always nice to share but I don't think we will have this car then. Besides you won't need a big car like this."
"Yes I will."
"Why.'
"I need somewhere to put my baby."
"Sweetie, I don't think you will have a baby when you are 16. You will be much older when you have a baby."
"No, I am going to get a baby and a car when I am 16. I want them at the same time. And I need a big car because I am going to have lots of babies when I learn to drive."
Can't you just see Raif's hair going gray and his blood pressure rising!?!?
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We'll keep her away from Zach when she is 16 then. He still talks about her and thinks she is the bees knees.
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