Professions

You, as we are watering the vegetable sprouts:
"Mommy, when I grow up I want to be a gardener!"

You, later, as we are making mixed-up chip cookies:
"Mommy, when I grow up I want to be a baker!"

Me:
"A baker and a gardener?"

You:
"Yes! I can be ANYTHING!"

Me:
"Yes you can, my love, yes you can!"

Friends

This is Fluffy, Because Conejito Wasn't Available

I'm almost embarassed to write this ...

Me:
Will conejito go with you to school today?

You:
No, conejito is sick.

Me:
Really? What is wrong with little rabbit?

You:
She drank too much of Mommy Rabbit's beer and now her tummy hurts.

Me:
Oh! Let little rabbit she is too young to be drinking beer. She has to be 21 to drink beer.
While I'm thinking, she really did notice that bad-assed hangover I had last week. Ouch!

You:
No she's not. She's two and a half.

Oh man, what do I say to that?