I guess I do want to have children some day, so I can tell them about all the ways I got hurt.

Necking

At the Mother's Day Tea at preschool, Katie greeted me with a giant hug, and jumped in my lap. Her first words to me:

I'm glad you brought your neck.

Sensibilities

While I am frantically searching for my keys and imploring my kids to help:

Katie: Ok. Mom. What do they smell like?

I love my cousin

Pillow talk, apparently thinking about beloved Matt, age 12:

Katie: Where will I be if Matt gets a wife?

Back off bro, I choose the show

To Zach, after a bit of screen time had been granted:

"Little girls who stay in their bed all night long get to pick the tv show."

Huh?

My mom treated Katie and me to an afternoon of "The Nutcracker" at AB High School. At intermission, Katie and I went to the lobby to find a big crowd of ballet-watchers hovering around tables loaded with plates of cookies and coffee urns. Katie looked concerned, grabbed my hand and bolted back toward the auditorium, saying,

"MOM! We gotta get out of here. This is somebody's church!"

Mommy, to go to college, will I have to go on the highway?