We wanted to do something fun for the kids tonight, so at 8:00 p.m., just when they would normally be headed to bed, we asked them if they wanted to go have custard. After the screams of delight died down, we all piled in the car. I'm not sure if it was the late hour or the cover of darkness, but my children say the craziest stuff. For example, one of them was complaining that he was cold, and another responded, "Take it like a man if you want to get a pocket knife." This from the child who tries to sneak out of the house on a 15 degree morning with no coat.
Then, as we are sitting at the custard place, one of them blurts out (in a really loud voice), "Hey mom, can teenagers have babies?" After picking my jaw up off the floor and trying to shush him discreetly, we explained God's plan for marriage and children. Speaking of babies, a few moments later, another one says (in a really loud voice), "They're supposed to come out head first, right?" Thank heavens for the (almost) two-year-old that doesn't allow us to stay on any one topic for too long.
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