Me and my laptop are cuddle up on the wicker furniture Mom found at an auction, catching up on emails, homeschool planning, and blog updates when I suddenly take note of what the girls are playing:
Selah (6): "Is he married?"
Charis (7.5) "No."
Selah : "Then HOW can he have a baby???!!" Her voice sounds incredulous. (ThanktheGoodLord. Amen.)
Pretend playing quietly ensues, while Selah obviously takes a moment of silence, to think over the puzzling situation at hand.
Selah: "Well did he find them (the babies) in the woods?"
Charis: Yep.
Selah, breaking into her wide-mouthed smile: "OHHHHH. Okay."
Yes. I'm yet to dive headlong into the waters of Where do Babies Come from talk. Go easy on me, as I'm not yet ready to have a bold 3 year old loudly (and publicly!) proclaiming the half-informed tidbits Older Sisters have shared during their late night discussion sessions.
For now, they seem content to know the surface information we've covered. And I...well, I am more than happy to oblige their eager satisfaction with All Things Innocent.
..............
Moments later. Question of paternity testings are forgotten, as they've moved on to Mail Order Husbands.
Clearly, I'm raising hippie feminists. Lovely.
Charis: And why should I pick you?
Raegan (3): Because I am really strong. and I can swing you up super high!!
Insert picture of Ken on steroids.
Seconds later, Bride-wanna-be chooses another contender, and Raegan is left alone with Ken to sulk. It truly was a pathetic moment of Massive Lower Lip, but my camera wasn't fast enough to capture it.
Meanwhile, the two "newlyweds" float up into space dancing.
Bruce Springsteen singing "Higher and higher" races through my head without warning or permission.
"Because your love...your love keeps lifting me...Keeps on lifting...I said your love..." In my head, I hear a man's falsetto voice ..."Wooooooo"
Tragic, isn't it?
So sad that I, on a daily basis no less, call my daughters by a sister's name. YET. I can, with zero effort, recall the lyrics to a song I never liked in the first place.
Anyway.
Arranged marriages. Competition for the most eligible man (or woman). and amazing circus feats that defy logic or explanation in order to impress said eligible single person...
....well, it's all in a day's play here at Princess Central.
