Children are funny ducks. This morning I had an argument with my oldest son about whether or not there were six or seven days of the week. I won when I showed him the calendar, but he is well versed in the art of arguing a dead point.
Then I had an interesting conversation with my daughter. It was priceless, so I had to share. Here is a typical conversation with my almost four-year-old daughter.
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Me: I love this picture of you and your brother. You are making a silly face, and he looks like a girl in that outfit you picked out for him!
The picture that started the conversation.
Kaelyn: Yeah. You have bugs on your bed.
Me: What?
Kaelyn: They were on my feet!
Me: What?? There aren't any bugs in my bed...
Kaelyn: No. They are in my feet.
Me: Let me see. (she hands me her feet) I don't see any bugs or any bug bites.
Kaelyn: They are IN my feet. You have to bite them.
Me: I have to bite the bugs?
Kaelyn: (a little exasperated at this point) No... you have to bite my feet to get the bugs out.
Me: Ok. (I grab her feet and bite them) Are they all out now?
Kaelyn: No. I need a doctor with a real school buss to get them out.
Me: That's unfortunate because I don't know a doctor with a real school bus.
Kaelyn: Maybe I can dance them out.
Me: Yeah, why don't you try that.
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Also, she wants a sister.
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