Molly's at it again...

On Weds. night, the kids were over for dinner.

Molly pointed to a new picture on the fridge and said, “who’s baby is that?” I told her it was Abigail, Rhonda’s baby. “When are YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU going to have a baby?” (apparently, “beating around the bush” is no longer necessary regarding this topic?)

Me: Molly, we’ve had this discussion before.

Molly: Yes, and you always tell me that you aren’t ready.

Me: Molly, Daddy and I aren’t ready for babies. Maybe you need to have this discussion with Daddy… you always have it with me – and apparently you aren’t hearing me?

Molly: Well, YOURRRRRRRRRRRRRR the one who is going to haveeee IT, NOT HIM!

Me: Um, Molly, technically your right. But…

Molly: E! STOP! I knowwww how babies are made – Daddy does not CARRY the baby, YOU do!

Me: Dumbfounded and not wanting to head down the path that seems inevitable??... Not knowing what else to do— I shout and point to the living room: “LOOK A DEER!” And I took off for the stairs.

Until next time!