Phoebe: Mommy, will you still be my mommy when I'm all grown up?
Me: Yes, I'll always be your mommy.
Phoebe: And you can take care of my kids when I go to work!
Me: We'll see about that one. What kind of work do you think you'll be doing?
Phoebe: I'm going to have THREE kids!
Mallory: When you have kids, is it hard to decide what to name them?
Me: It can be, if you and your husband don't agree.
Mallory: Did you and Daddy agree?
Me: We compromised. I wanted to name you Briony --
Mallory: Yuck!
Chris: See!
Me: -- and Daddy wanted to name you Abigail.
Phoebe: What about me?
Me: I wanted to name you Emmeline, and Daddy wanted to name you Trixie.
Phoebe: My kids are going to be named Abby, Isabel and...and...Yak.
Me: Yak?
Phoebe: Maybe I'll just have two kids.
Mallory: Trixie? Then she'd be like Trix yogurt.
Me: Exactly.
Mallory: I really wish I could win the Trix yogurt money. See? It says you could win a million dollars if you get the lucky cup.
Me: Actually, it's ten thousand dollars, and you're never going to get the lucky cup.
Mallory: Why not?
Me: [reading package] Because the odds of winning are one in fifty-one million.
Mallory: What does that mean?
Chris: That means you're more likely to be struck by lightning that to win that money.
Me: It means that there are fifty-one million cups of Trix yogurt, and only one of them is the lucky cup.
Mallory: Whoa.
[Pause]
Mallory: How does the yogurt know that you were struck by lightning?
Me: What?
Mallory: Daddy said--
Chris: No, I didn't meant that you get struck by lightning and then you automatically win the money. It was just a comparison.
Mallory: Oh. Anyway, last year at art camp --
Chris: The art camp you attended for one day and dropped out of --
Mallory: Yeah, well, that one day, you gave me yogurt for my snack, and the lid said that I won the money. But I threw it away because I was confused.
Me: Huh. Really?
Mallory: Sorry about that, but I was only six.
Me: Well, I wish you would've kept it, because then you could've paid me back for the art camp that you refused to go to for the rest of the week.
Mallory: Or, I could've built a carnival in our backyard.
Me: Yes, I'll always be your mommy.
Phoebe: And you can take care of my kids when I go to work!
Me: We'll see about that one. What kind of work do you think you'll be doing?
Phoebe: I'm going to have THREE kids!
Mallory: When you have kids, is it hard to decide what to name them?
Me: It can be, if you and your husband don't agree.
Mallory: Did you and Daddy agree?
Me: We compromised. I wanted to name you Briony --
Mallory: Yuck!
Chris: See!
Me: -- and Daddy wanted to name you Abigail.
Phoebe: What about me?
Me: I wanted to name you Emmeline, and Daddy wanted to name you Trixie.
Phoebe: My kids are going to be named Abby, Isabel and...and...Yak.
Me: Yak?
Phoebe: Maybe I'll just have two kids.
Mallory: Trixie? Then she'd be like Trix yogurt.
Me: Exactly.
Mallory: I really wish I could win the Trix yogurt money. See? It says you could win a million dollars if you get the lucky cup.
Me: Actually, it's ten thousand dollars, and you're never going to get the lucky cup.
Mallory: Why not?
Me: [reading package] Because the odds of winning are one in fifty-one million.
Mallory: What does that mean?
Chris: That means you're more likely to be struck by lightning that to win that money.
Me: It means that there are fifty-one million cups of Trix yogurt, and only one of them is the lucky cup.
Mallory: Whoa.
[Pause]
Mallory: How does the yogurt know that you were struck by lightning?
Me: What?
Mallory: Daddy said--
Chris: No, I didn't meant that you get struck by lightning and then you automatically win the money. It was just a comparison.
Mallory: Oh. Anyway, last year at art camp --
Chris: The art camp you attended for one day and dropped out of --
Mallory: Yeah, well, that one day, you gave me yogurt for my snack, and the lid said that I won the money. But I threw it away because I was confused.
Me: Huh. Really?
Mallory: Sorry about that, but I was only six.
Me: Well, I wish you would've kept it, because then you could've paid me back for the art camp that you refused to go to for the rest of the week.
Mallory: Or, I could've built a carnival in our backyard.
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So good.
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