This convo went down in the car on our way to church...
Mylie: Mom, are you 64?Mom: No... thanks.
Mylie: When will I be 14?
Mom: In 9 years. When you're 9, I'll be 43.
Mylie: And then I can have a baby?
Mom: I hope not. No. Not until you're a married grown-up.
Mylie: But I can get Starbucks, so that's good.
Presley: Poo Poo {pointing}
Me: {Following her gaze in expectation of horror... only to see she's refering to Winnie the Pooh}
So this is happening...
Noah: Mom, there's this girl Autumn at school. She is really really really so so so pretty. She's going to Junior High next year.
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