Fast Forward.

My dad always says he wishes he could record Isaiah and Zachary's conversations for a reality radio show. I am starting to think that he just might be on to something.

From the backseat of my car on the ride from school yesterday. . . .

Isaiah:  I don't like it when people keep asking me if I am going to have a girlfriend or if I have a girlfriend. Papa and Daddy always say that. And I don't want a girlfriend so they shouldn't say that.

Zachary:  Yeah, Mom. We don't want a girlfriend.

Me:  When you get older I have a feeling you guys might change your tune.

Isaiah:  No. I'm not going to have a girlfriend. I'm just going to have a wife. That's it.

Zachary:  Me, too. Just a wife and she's going to make me some coffee.

Whaaaaaat?

Zachary:  And pack the lunches.

Daaaaaaamn.

Isaiah:  Mom? Would you be mad if my wife has long hair?

Zachary:  My wife might be a firefighter. Or a doctor.

Isaiah:  Well, mine is going to have long hair and sometimes put it in a pony tail.

Zachary:  Mine is going to have short hair. Or maybe brown hair.

Isaiah: Maybe she'll have short, brown hair. And freckles.

Zachary:  Freckles!

Isaiah:  Mom? How did you get freckles?

Zachary:  Eeeeew, then you have to kiss her under the mistletoe!

Isaiah:  Hey mom? Can we drop our kids off over here?

Zachary:  My kids are coming over here every day!

Isaiah:  I think we are going to have two boy babies but also two girl babies.


Zachary: Yuck. My wife is only going to have boys babies from her tummy.

Isaiah:  They actually come out of the mommy's butt. Not her tummy.


Zachary:  Out of her boooty??? Eeeeewww!

Isaiah:  Hey Mom? Do moms cry when boys get married?

Zachary:  You can wear a tuskedo when you get married. But you need to get a haircut.

Isaiah:  Mom? Will you be sad when we get married?

Me:  Only if you don't have a job. And you try to move in here.


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Happy Tuesday.