still laughing about the advice given by a very intrepid 3-year-old baby who is product of artificial insemination (though her parents rather thought she didn't know):
Day: Where d'ose kids?
Me: What kids?
Day: You kids? Why you don't not got some kids?
Me: That's just the way life worked out for me, honey.
Day: No not want some kids?
Me: Of course I want kids. Kids just as cute as you. But I don't have a daddy and you gots to have a daddy, right?
Day: Nuh-uh. You just goes to the doctor and the doctor makes so that you don't not got some kids. Then you not don't not got some kids.
[imagine the level of apall on the faces of her parents]
Me: [laughing] Well, you are the best advocate I've ever seen for letting the doctor help a grown-up don't not got some kids.
Day shoves a french fry in her mouth, hands me one, then proceeds to pointedly laugh with the french fry half falling out of her mouth. There's no joke that's not funnier with partially digested food - as any good 3-year-old will tell ya!
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Kids. They tell it like it is. Love it.
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