{Look what buba taught me}

{ Home again, Home again, Jiggity Jog }

Are we the coolest kids on the block or the worst parents ever, to let our kids ride home on a motorcycle?

I vote coolest! Duh. The kids beg for it and Daddy is happy to escort them back and forth.

Besides, how cute is that?

{ Questions }

Paige was asking quite a few questions about where babies come from. Without going into graphic details I was attempting to tell her the truth-ish. This is a glimpse into our conversation:

Paige: "Mom is there a place "down there" that babies come from?"

Me: "Yes hunny, girls have a special place where babies come out when it's time to be born."

Paige: looking pale "Does it hurt?"

Me: "Sometimes it hurts, but I would do it all over again so that I could have you as my daughter. The pain goes away and you are so cute I forgot all about it" (this is where the 'ish' comes from on the above "truth-ish" mention)

Paige: after thinking for a few seconds " Mom, I don't want to have any babies."

Me: "OK sweetie, you have a long time before you have to worry about that."

Paige: "No, mom. I'm not going to have any babies. I'm just going to go to Africa and get a baby who doesn't have a mommy."

That's my girl.