So my Abby girl is dangerously close to being declared an actual tween. Shite...... I need to catch my breath for a second. How on earth is that even possible? I'm not going to lie to you, I feel woefully unprepared for this next chapter of motherhood, especially when we have conversations like this....
Me: Okay Abs, get into your snowpants and stuff we gotta head out for the bus.
Abby: You know, I wish you were me and I were you.
Me: Oh yeah. Why is that?
Abby: Because then you'd know what it's like to be me and see how hard it is.
Abby: I wish I was a boy and not a girl.
Me: How come?
Abby: Because then I could just go see the baby in the hospital and I wouldn't have to have it.
Me: ~stunned silence~
Abby: Does it hurt when you have a baby.
Me: Yeah, it does.
Abby: Then I am never having kids.
I would like to point out that these conversation were apropos of nothing.