“Ruby! Don’t color on the baby!” – Liberty
“Momma, why do you have boobs?” After explaining about feeding babies and broken record syndrome, compliments to the age of three, had her asking three more times, I turned the question on her.
“Why do you have boobs, Ruby?”
“I don’t yet. I just have freckles.”
“I don’t like the new baby very much. It’s taking a long time to come.” – Sterling
“Ruby, what is that smell I keep smelling on you?”
(I found out it was my conditioner in her hair that I kept smelling. But it was nice to get a warning about the air condition in her vicinity.)