and another one...

It's not at all unusual for Kate to hang out with me in the bathroom on Sunday mornings while I get ready for church. She asks me about all the different kinds of make-up, my jewelry, etc. Today was no different, except for this part:

Me: Alright, Kate, I think I'm ready. Do I look nice?

Kate: Well, I don't think anybody will laugh at you.

The take-away: If you don't really want to know, don't ask.

sampler

Just a smattering of conversations I've shared with Kate lately...

At the dinner table, just finishing lunch:

Kate: Mommy, guess what?

Me: What?

Kate: I'm about to pee pee in my panties.

Me: Well don't pee pee in your panties! Run to the bathroom!

Kate: I can't run. Air might come out of my bottom.

Later that day:

Kate: I want to go to the crap.

Me: What?!? Where do you want to go?

Kate: (completely confident in her answer) To the crap. I want to go to the crap.

Me: Do you mean the creek?

Kate: Uh huh. The creek.

Driving downtown one day, we passed a large cemetery:

Kate: Mommy! Look at all those flowers!

Me: I see! Aren't they pretty?

Kate: Uh huh. (...thinking...thinking...) Mommy? Is that heaven?

Me: No, that isn't heaven. What makes you think it might be heaven?

Kate: It has lots of flowers.

Me: Who told you that heaven has lots of flowers?

Kate: I just learned it in my head.

Today while helping Kate in the bathroom:

Kate: Mommy, do you see my toes wiggling?

Me: I do!

Kate: That means I'm happy.