I just can’t believe it.
Last night as we were getting ready for bed, brushing teeth, telling ‘knock knock’ jokes (Libby’s new favorite pasttime), we were also doing a lot of… “Libby, today’s your last day to be four! It will be the last time you eat dinner as a four year old! Tonight, you’ll go to bed, and you will wake up five years old!”
Josie: “Mommy, that’s the last time you’ll ever hug a four year old!”
Me: “Not necessarily. I might hug another four year old at some point. Libby just won’t be four anymore!”
Libby: “Knock, knock!"
Me: “Okay, last ‘knock knock’ joke of the night, Libs…Who’s there?”
Libby: “Banana!”
Josie: “Well, I mean, I guess if you have another baby.”
Me: “We're not having another baby. Banana who?”
Libby: “Knock, Knock!”
Me: “I just meant I could hug someone else’s kid that is four! Who’s there, Libby?”
Libby: “Banana!”
Davis: “We *could* have another baby.”
(Um… no. No, we could not. Unless Dr. Chop did not do his job correctly. And yes, if you did not know, there *is* a urologist in Austin named Richard Chop. Google him. He’s practically an Austin institution.)
Me: “Sweetie, Mommy and Daddy are not having more kids. You guys are it! Banana, who, Libby?”
Libby: “Knock, Knock!”
Josie and Davis: “WHO’S THERE?!!”
Libby: “Orange!”
Me: “Orange who?”
Davis: "Why can't we have another baby?"
Libby: “Orange you glad I didn’t say BANANA!!”
Davis: “How does a baby get in your tummy anyway?”
(Silence)
Me: “Um... knock, knock?”
1 comment:
Nothing like having a special moment turn into sometimg completely different.
Ben is into Knock knock jokes now too.
Libby looks so grown up now.
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