We are getting ready for dinner and I have a conversation with Sprout that goes like this:
Me: It's time for dinner. Do you want milk or water?
Sprout: I like beer.
Um, where did that come from?
Last week while she was at playschool (Teaching World), she was talking with Miss Mo. Miss Mo said, "Your mom is like a doctor, right?"
Sprout: "Yes."
Miss Mo: "What does your dad do?"
Sprout: "He's a boy!"
Over the last week I explained to her what I do for a living. When I picked her up from playschool this week, she told me that I work in the "Snake Jungle." I give up.
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