Saturday dinnertime chatter

Rachel was chattering on about our day and asking questions about Giselle, and I suddenly asked her, "Will you remember all this?" Because I don't remember a damn thing before, oh, 1st grade.

"Yes," Rachel said. "Tell me stories about when I was a kid and I'll tell my babies."

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"I'll probably need all the things you have when I grow up," Rachel said a little later.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Like blush, and makeup, and cream..." Rachel said. "And lipstick, and makeup, and powder, and lots of barrettes and lots of ponytails when I have long hair and braids...I love braids!"

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"How old are you?" Rachel asked.
"How old do you think I am?" I answered.
"I would only guess," she said. "55!"
"NO!" I said, horrified.
"75!" she said.
"NO!"
"85!" she said. "When I grow up, I'm going to name you 'raspberry' and I'm going to name Daddy 'blueberry.'"
Before I could say anything, she said, "Are you 79? Are you 75? How about 65? How about 6580?"

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"I think I wanna name my babies Unicorn and Horsie and Butterfly and Pony," Rachel said. "If I have seven babies. I may not have any babies."

Oh, yes you will, kid. I want grandchildren!