It doesn't shame me to admit that most of my deep conversations these days are with these two goof-balls. June is so full of philosophical questions, and Winnie is always ready with a snappy comeback. So here's the latest conversations around our lunch table:
June: Mom, are you 83?
Me: No, I'm 28, but thanks for making me feel old.
June: So next you will be 29, and then 30, and then . . .
Winnie: You will turn into a dog?
June: Will you die when you are 100?
Winnie: No June, Mom will die in 10 minutes. I will never not die, cuz I will turn into a dog when I grow up.
I'm glad we got things cleared up.
Later, in the bathroom while doing June's hair, we were having a nice conversation about baptism and the gift of the Holy Ghost. I explained what the Holy Ghost is and how he helps us make good choices and be safe. You know, one of those mother moments you hope the Lord witnessed to prove you weren't always a neglectful mother. Then June, with a look of sadness mixed with desperation, said, "Mom, I need to whisper something to you. My teacher at church told me that Jesus knows everything . . . even things that moms and dads don't know. So the other night I prayed that Jesus would tell me when my teeth would fall out, and he hasn't answered me. Why???"
Anyone want to help me out? My answer of, "Some things we just don't need to know," is really not cutting it. And why is she so obsessed with loosing her teeth?
And here's baby number 3. I'm tired just thinking about it.