For the life of me, I cannot figure out how my 3 year old got to be so precocious. G and I had the following converstaion on the way home from daycare yesterday:
G: When we get home, I'm going to have a party in my room
me: Who's coming to your party
G: Just me and my pretend husband
me: You have a husband?
G: Yes, but he's just pretend
me: Oh, what is his name?
G: Its a really handsome name - see if you can guess. His name starts with an "S"
(she'd told me earlier that she thought Steve was a handsome name)
me: Is it Steve?
G: Yes! How did you guess?
me: I'm just smart like that. I have a cousin named Steve, and he has a mullet.
G: You're so funny mommy!