There are certain things kids say that give you a momentary panic. Like when John used to ask, "Where's baby Eve?" when we were in the car and she was, as far as I knew, in the back seat with him. Or sometimes, and unfortunately I can't think of any right now, it's something you just have to dig deeper or clarify a definition.
So, today in the car Eve said, "Mom, I wish God could make me a boy." What?! So I paused a minute and said, "Don't you like being a girl?" "no". So I paused a minute and said, "Why do you want to be a boy?" "So I can sit in a booster seat like John and buckle and unbuckle myself." WHEW! That we can handle with another year and a few more pounds. I explained that to her. She's happy to be a girl again, but not happy to be 3 and still in a car seat. Silly girl.
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