I’m taking Sasha to preschool. Frustrated after her attempts to ask for a little brother, she exclaims in exasperation: “Mom, just tell me already, how are babies born?! I’ll just have a little brother myself!”
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In the morning, I’m getting Sasha ready for preschool. She took off her pajamas, and as I’m putting on her underwear, she says: “Mom! You put my underwear on like a woman!!!”
I ask her: “And how is that???”
She replies: “In the back!!!”
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I was ironing in the room while Sasha played with her stuffed animals nearby. Throughout her playtime, I kept hearing her say: “Jirik, Jirik….” So I asked: “Sasha, who is Jirik?”
Sasha looked at me in confusion: “Oh, Mom! That’s my GIRAFFE!!!”