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The amazing conversations one has with a five year old


Ok, so as Mark and I were going to sleep, I was telling him about this conversation I had with Seamus today, and it was just too good to have forgotten about by morning.

I went to Home Depot today to get some things to fix the faucet in our shower. (It's awful -- we've replaced everything we can think of and it still leaks! And it's tripled our water bill!) Seamus was with me, and the guy who checked us out was talking to him. I thought he asked Seamus if he has brothers or sisters, but when the guy turned to me I realized he was asking whether I am pregnant with a boy or a girl.

It's the shirt. Apparently two of my favorite shirts make people think I am pregnant. So pregnant that I know if the baby is a boy or a girl. And the shirt I was wearing today creates this effect less than my other one.

Anyway, as we walked out to the parking lot Seamus informed me that he wants me to have 10 kids. 5 girls and 5 boys, he told me, because 5 and 5 makes 10. I was telling him that I would have to have 4 more kids for that, and what if all 4 of them turned out to be girls? Then what would we do? He smiled and suggested I might have 4 more boys. wink

Then he proceeded to tell me about how we wishes girls lived on Earth, and boys lived on the moon. And he wishes the moon was made of cheese, because he loves cheese. I asked him if he wouldn't miss me, since I am a girl, and he explained that he wouldn't know about mommies, so he couldn't miss me. I tried to tell him that he would wish there was someone to do the kinds of things that mommies do, like homeschooling, but he just told me that he would have school anyway. And it would be cheese. Because he loves cheese.

And all of this craziness comes from the same mind that, despite having no formal math training and having never even heard of multiplication, continually arranges his dinner into 3 groups of 2 and announces that "2, 3 times, is 6!" I am in trouble!

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