An actual conversation

I hadn't intended to do another blog entry, but I had to write this down...

This evening, I was sitting on the couch with my son, age 1, tucked in my left arm and my daughter, age 3, tucked in my right.  (They each had birthdays in the last week or so, so these are their brand-new ages.)  We were all snuggled into the couch, warm and cozy, when I realize that my daughter is, to use the vernacular, honking my boob.

"Honey," I said.  "Don't honk Mommy's boobie."

Here is her actual reply:

"No, we shouldn't honk Mommy's boobies.  Why don't I honk my own boobies?  Oh yeah, I forgot.  I don't have boobies."

I can't wait to see how she does in Primary...