Overheard…
Molly: “Jacob, I can have a baby when I grow up, and you can’t.”
Jacob: “Well, I can get married and have a baby.”
Molly: “I am not going to get married. I am just going to have a baby.”
Jacob: “But Molly, when you get married you get to pick out any kind of cake you want! You can have a construction cake, or a train cake…”
Molly: “I am going to be a painter. I will be too busy painting pretty pictures to get married.”
I realize that my plan when I was about their age was to have 10 husbands – one to work, one to take care of the kids, one to cook, one to clean, one to play with, etc., and that plans can change. But the way they both think simultaneously cracks me up, and kind of delights me…
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