Late last week, Thursday night I think, I had just finished giving Raelyn her bath. As I was drying her off we had the following exchange:

Raelyn: Daddy?
Me: Yes
Raelyn: When my boobies get big, I’m going to have a baby in my tummy!
Me: GCHK!*

I seriously had to go lie down for a moment after we talked. I think I told her to go have her Mommy put her “jammies” on because Daddy felt sick. I’m weirded out just typing it.

Needless to say, I now have a few more gray hairs.

How is it that a little girl who has yet to turn 3 years old is thinking about the size of her breasts and the effects of pregnancy/childbirth on those breasts? How?!

Kids grow up way too quickly. Funny enough, I really want another one now.

* (Imagine the sound of choking death or shocked surprise. Whichever sounds more like a rabid dog getting caught in the garbage disposal.)