Why Don't You Have Kids?

Tonight my evening was full of curly-headed girls. I went over to play with Courtney and the two year old she's babysitting. This little girl is the epitome of cute. She's a little red-head with curls and talks a mile a minute. Her room is a bubble gum pink with white polka dots and princess things everywhere. She's cute as a button. Seriously.

We were sitting on the couch all three of us. Courtney, Me and her. She's just gotten out of the bathtub and is drinking her milk before going to bed. She is talking to Courtney and I about how all three of us have curly hair. She tells us the colors of our hair, black, brown, and red, respectively.

After the hair conversation, she asks me if I'm sleeping over. I tell her no and she asks me the question every little kid is a huge fan of. "Why?" So I tell her my jammies and my bed are at my house so I'm going to sleep there. "Ok, where are your kids?" I don't have any. "Is Palmer your kid?" No, he's just a friend of mine. (Palmer is also two and I've hung out with him a few times when Courtney has babysat him. I helped him swim on Memorial day a few weeks back. He's quiet, but he likes me.)

The conversation continued between us girls. "Are you a mom?" No. "Why?" Uh. At this point I look at Courtney with a what am I supposed to tell her look on my face. Courtney laughs then says to me in a whisper, Twist the knife, huh? My response, also whispered back, Seriously. And from the corner of the couch, the two year old sprite with red curls parrots back, "Seriously."

Man, those little kids can hear a lot better than I thought they could! They're like little versions of people. Who knew?!