Me: "Honey, what do you think if I make fried chicken for our lunch with friends on Sunday? I thought I'd just fry up a bunch of drumsticks."
Hubby: "Well, you know I'm not crazy about dark meat..."
Me: "I know...but c'mon...is it that it tastes BAD, or what??"
Hubby: "No, it's just the meat...I just prefer the breast."
Belle: "Which kind?" (*snicker, snort, giggle, blush*)
Moo: (Quietly looking wide-eyed and scandalized by the comment from her little sister)
Me & Hubby: (Improvisationally trying on several reactions--for 10 seconds we pretended we didn't know what she was talking about...then we tried looking a little stern...then, after remembering that we spent yesterday evening guffawing over the many funny ways to talk about the planet Uranus, realized we hadn't a claim to moral high ground here...so we grinned and told her to go get ready for bed.)
There are times that I feel like I haven't a clue how to navigate the coming years, and then there are other times that I think there is a whole lot of fun and laughter ahead. So, in other words, I'm increasingly faced with parenting scenarios in which I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I choose both. :)
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