1. Stephanie has a friend who, I gather, is somewhat moody. Here's the way Stephanie describes her: "She sometimes drops her happiness on me." Isn't that perfect?
2. We're riding in the car. Out of nowhere, Pete says, "How does a baby get in its mama's tummy?" Omigosh, I'm not ready for this! I realize I need to give the bare minimum of information—enough to satisfy him for the moment but not overwhelm him. I start with, "A mama has a tiny seed inside her, called an egg, but it's not like the kind of egg you eat, and it's not in the part of her tummy where food goes...." I stammer on for a minute or two and then pause. Pete's follow-up question: "How do you make paint?" I don't miss a beat: "I don't know—chemicals, I guess." My little existential guy.
3. Julie notices my empty wine glass and the bottle near Andy's plate. "Daddy!" she says. "Mama needs more wine!" That's my girl.
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