The three of us were driving to Wes' Memorial Service and Cady was chatting away in the backseat.
"Mommy, look at my tummy. It's so big. I think I'm going to have a baby. But not yet, the baby has to get bigger. And then I'm going to go to the Dr. and squeeze the baby out and after that I can have a beer!"
Lordy, the conversations they remember. I'm driving and racking my brain trying to connect her thoughts and then it hit me. A few weeks ago we had this conversation.
Cady: "Only daddy drinks beer"
Me: "Sometimes mommmy drinks beer but not when she has a baby in her stomach. She can only drink beer when there is no baby in her stomach."
The things she remembers astounds me!