After I pick Jenna up from preschool in the afternoon, she is usually tired and chatty. Those two things make for some interesting conversations in the car. Today it went like this:
Jenna: Mommy, when do you think God is going to give me a baby to take care of?
Me: Not for a very,very, very long time.
Jenna: Well, we better start collecting toys now for my baby. I really hope that God gives me a girl baby.
Me: Oh really? What would you name her?
Jenna: Brietta (after the horse on Barbie the Magic Pegasus)
Me: What if you had a boy?
Jenna: I don't think God will give me a boy baby. But I better pray right now to tell God that I want a girl baby. (She bows her head and quietly mutters a prayer to God--which is hilarious)
Jenna: When I go to preschool and I have my girl baby, you can hold her, okay Mommy?
Me: Okay.
Jenna: I'm going to be the teacher. No, I think I'm going to be a rock 'n roll star and play my guitar, but maybe I shouldn't because I might get a blister. So, I think I'll be a teacher.
Me: You would be great at either Jenna.
Jenna: Yeah, Daddy can teach me guitar and you can show me how to be a teacher.
Funny how they want to be exactly like their parents! Girl babies, guitar players, and teachers. Interesting.
1 comment:
What about really white? Did she mention wanting to be really white like Daddy?
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