This morning, within the space of half an hour, I was asked the following questions:
- Did something happen to me when I was a baby to make my legs like this?
- Follow up: Why did they grow like that?
- How does the Daddy’s penis get in to the Mommy’s eggs to make a baby?
That’ll last me a few years, at least.
This weekend Peanut went to a backyard birthday party at the home of one of her friends. These things are generally a mixed bag for her, as she cannot walk well on uneven ground and usually the kids are careening around too roughly for her. However, this time was a bit different.
I was home taking care of Squirt so I hear this second-hand, but as recounted, Peanut was laying on the ground, singing “I am the Princess of Scotland”* while the other kids? They took turns jumping over her. This was apparently an enormously fun game for all involved. She also led the singing of “Ring around the Roses”, as children danced around her.
She is so very, very cool.
*The other night she asked me to tell her a “wishing story”, wherein I tell her the story of a wish coming true. Her wish was to visit a castle. Since we are of Scots ancestry (among others), I told her we visited a castle in Scotland and discovered that we were the true heirs to the throne and the real owners of the castle, making her the Princess, and apparently me, Carrie, Queen of Scots. But with a better ending than the last one.
