conversations

Today Leif was telling me about all the people who love him.

"Dada loves me. Nats loves me. Tita Lindsey loves me. Bebe Tone loves me...." Etc.

Then, he remembered.

"I have two Papas."

Referring to my Papa (his great grandfather) and his Papa (my Dad).

"One old Papa. One...new Papa."

I guess if one Papa is old the other Papa must be new.

"Well, the new Papa is old, too."

Ouch. Sorry Papa #2.

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On seeing some cows out the window on the way to Grandma & Grandpa's house.

"Look! Cows! Milk comes out their butts! You use a bucket! And gloves! There are flies!"

So thoughtful. Followed up by a moment of silence and some serious thinking.

"Where are their meatballs?"

At which point I had to explain that only Mama cows make milk and the Dada cows...well...have meatballs.