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Drafted: So Logical, So Funny

from October 2010. I don't miss nannying, but maybe I kind of do... I definitely miss kids. Kids are so funny and weird and irritating and adorable.



C asked me today, "How are people made?"

He also asked (while in the bath) if he could wash my hair. I said no, because my clothes would get wet and water would get out of the tub. He said, "Then can you take off your clothes and get in the bath with me?"

The desire to wash my hair started earlier, when he was sitting on my lap after dinner. He was drinking large mouthfuls of water, and asked if he could wash my hair with it. Distracted by a conversation with his brother, I didn't answer fast enough - and he fountained a mouthful of water down my shirt.

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  1. this is a good one (even tho you told me in pers I'm saying this now, readsig it).

    kids are weird and they ask for/enjoy the strangest things.

    I just told B something was sixty minutes. He asked, "You mean one hour?" and when I said easily that those were the same thing he looked at me with 55% confusion and 45% skepticism. I didn't mean to blog on your blog...but that just happened.

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  2. Jesskah - love this comment & the story exchange. hooray for kids making connections! (and not quite trusting us...)

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