At the grocery store the other day, my daughter asked if she could cook dinner when we got home. "You can help me," I replied.
She thought for a moment, and then asked the question that she asks all the time right now: "When I'm big can I cook by myself?"
"When I'm big and I have my own house and I have my own Daddy can I cook by myself?"
"Sure, if you want to." (She means dh).
"When I'm big and I have my own house and my own Daddy and my own babies . . ."
"Can I have my own babies?"
"Sure, I don't see why not."
"Can you buy me my own babies?"
"Honey, we don't buy . . . babies . . ." Only then did I realize we had an audience of a few. Yeah, lady, sure you don't. You don't buy babies. Except that I saw on The View . . .