Tess was also sick. And she is still sick. But I'm feeling a little better. But not a lot better.
At least better enough to be sitting here at the kitchen table helping Josh with his Timeline project. I love this kid - he's a total perfectionist like his mom.
He also asks awesome questions, such as "Mom, when you go to the hospital to have a baby..."
*It must be noted that at this point I was getting a little nervous. My innards are in no shape to be having baby making/having talks this morning. Fortunately, Josh had other concerns.*
"...to have a baby, do they choose the name for you?"
"Ah, no, Josh. The mommy and the daddy choose the name."
"But what if they can't think of a name?"
"Then people give them suggestions. Do you like the name we picked out for you?"
"NO."
Try as I might, he wouldn't tell me what he wished his name was.
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