Today I came into the dining room, working on snack, Dylan and Rylie were sitting at the table, opposite each other with room for me between them, and Rylie turns to me and says (all adult), “We were talking about big kids, and moms, and trying to figure out if big kids were more crazy or moms."
“Oh yah? And what did you figure out?”
Rylie looks at Dylan for confirmation: “Moms are more crazy.”
“What does that mean crazy?”
“Moms run around all the time, “ says Rylie. “They" (she makes a motion of moving her hand up and down like walking fast) "are in a hurry, and it makes sense, because moms do everything.”
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