Convo:
Molly (5): Daddy. I really hate growing up.
Me (heart breaking): Oh sweetheart. I know. It’s hard. So many new things in your life. But think of all the cool new stuff you’ll get to learn. And the new friends you’ll make. And the new adventures we’ll all go on.
Molly (exasperated): DADDY! I said “throwing up.” I really hate throwing up.
Me: Ohhhhh. Sorry. Same girl. Me too.
Hey all:
Here's my presentation the Cardiff Giant produced by the wonderful folks at the Barnum Museum.
From the second we got in the car until she exited it for school, Molly (5) asked a series of random questions:
Why are there weekends?
Why don’t the back wheels of cars turn?
I finally lost it and said, “Molly! Please stop asking so many questions.”
Brief pause, Molly giggling and entirely self-aware, said: “Why?”
Right there. There’s my paternity test.
