We're visiting grandmas' for the weekend, but I had to hop on with this conversation:
Mommy: Okay, girls. That train has two engines. If it stops at the station and gets two more engines put on, how many engines will it have?
Melody: More.
While right in spirit, I don't think her future algebra teacher will appreciate that kind of answer.
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Oh, and nothing says FUN like spending four hours in the car with three small, loud children. You end up having a lot of conversations like this:
Girl: I'm ready to be at Oma's house NOW.
Parent: Me, too! We just have 1 hour to go.
Girl: How long is that?
Parent: 60 minutes.
Girl: 1-2-3-4-5-6. There! We're at Oma's!
Parent: Yeah. Just do that about six thousand times and . . . no, wait. DON'T do that six thousand times. Hey look! Sweetie, do you see that cow?
Girl: Yes. What is it's name?
Parent: Bessie.
Girl: But you said the last cow was named Bessie!
Parent: They're all named Bessie. This one is Bessie, that one is Bessie. Even the boys are Bessie.
Girl: But Whhhhhhhhhh-yyyyy?
Parent: Cow mommies are notoriously un-creative when naming their baby cows.
Girl: It isn't a baby cow, mom, it's called a calf.
Parent: That's right. What is a baby goat called?
Girl: Bessie.
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