I was sitting on the couch, working on my unit exam. I had my arm around Maria and she rested contentedly as I typed (a rare event). She then randomly (though never random in a child's mind) asked me this question: "Miss Brendsel, how are babies made?" I slowly turned my head towards her and said, "That's a good question--for when you are 85." She said nothing for a few moments and then said, "You mean when I am 19 or 20?" Yeah, sure.
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hahahahaha!
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