A conversation I had with my son at bedtime last night:
Jman: “Mommy, what is the American dream?”
Me: “What the…oh, um, it’s…”
Jman: “But why is miniature golf so much fun?”
Me: “Oh. Well, because you get to…”
Jman: “Why does LL have nipples?”
Me: (silence)
Jman: “It’s not like she uses them.”
Me: “Um. Well, as far as I know, I’m the only person in this house who has actually used her nipples for anything.”
Jman: (silence)
Jman: “So then why do I have nipples, mommy.”
Me: “Maybe we can ask Hanna Rosin tomorrow.”
Jman: “Who’s Hanna Rosin?”
Me: “Good night, Jman.”
Jman: “Night.” (Giggling.)
OH I wish he could stay three forever. One day he will ask his buddies all of his silly questions, and not his mama. Although I hope he doesn’t talk to them about his sister’s nipples.