I was backing the car out of the driveway on the way to preschool yesterday and almost hit a car coming down the street (or, more accurately, the car almost hit ME). I made some remark -- not a curse word -- and explained to Rachel that if that car had hit us, my car would've been damaged and I would've had to fix it.
"You can drop it off at the car machine," she said. "And then get a RENTAL CAR!"
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We were talking last night about where all of us will live when she grows up.
"Where will YOU live?" she asked.
"Well, sweetie, we'll probably move to where YOU are," I said.
"When I grow up, I'm going to live in a purple house and if you want to visit me, you can go anytime," she said. "And every time you visit me, I'll give you something. Daddy can wear some of my underwear, and you can wear my stockings and my dresses. I wanna work next to Daddy. The house is going to be close to work."
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