The things Rachel says....

"I'm a special princess who's never going to grow up to be a queen," Rachel announced last night. "And YOU guys are not ever going to die!"

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Rachel seems to be under the impression that when she has kids of her own, we can help take care of them only if we change his/her/their "poopy diapers."

"What are YOU doing to do?" I asked her yesterday at dinner.

"Think of all the other things!' Rachel said. "I'll have to cook for them, and put them to bed, and they might cry, and they might hit me, and they might go 'blugghhh', but YOU'RE gonna have to change all the poopy diapers!"

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Further along the lines of child care and helping Rachel take care of her babies, I said, "Are we going to live with you? Because you might want us to live next door."

She nodded, as if to indicate we would all live in one place.

"You'll have to get a really big house," I told her.

Her reply: "I'm OK with that."