Kaitlyn and I have had some interesting conversations lately.  I’m going to have to start carrying around a little notebook in my purse so I can write down her questions and observations. All of these took place in the last few days, which is why I can still remember them

While waiting in line at Subway:

K – “Mama, when I grow up, I wanna work here!”

Me – “Well, I’m sure you could do that, sweetie”.

K – “You know what my job would be? Mopping!”

Me (to the sandwich maker) – “Could we take an application now? She’s only got 12 years!”

While waiting at a stoplight:

K – “Mama, LOOK. Someone threw a cup onto the ground over there.”

Me – “That wasn’t very nice of them, was it?”

K – “It’s wrong to litter, Mama. It’s bad for nature!”

I get boxes delivered almost every day. While at Target, K. noticed a bunch of team members opening boxes:

K – “Mama, LOOK! Look how many boxes THEY got delivered today!”

And then there’s the constant questions about the provenance of our belongings:

K – “Mama, where did you buy that lamp?”

Me – “I don’t remember, honey. Target, maybe? Home Depot?”

K – “You should find out so you can tell me.”

K – “Mama, where did you get that thing on the stove?” (the spoon rest)

Me – “I’m not sure, sweetie. The dollar store maybe?”

K – “The DOLLAR STORE? They sell those thingies at the DOLLAR STORE? That’s so funny! hahahaha!!!!”

Me – “Ummmm, okay…”

K – “Mama, where’d you get this hairbrush?”

Me – “I don’t know, pumpkin. Target, maybe?”

Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, repeat ad nauseum, about EVERY SINGLE THING WE OWN.  I really should have wised up by now and just started saving every single receipt for every single purchase. Ever.

Sometimes all the questions drive me crazy and yet, I love it. I love that Kaitlyn and I chat with each other.  I love that she feels as much like my friend as she does my child. I love that I know what will make her laugh, that we trade lines from Spongebob episodes and both like pineapple on our pizza.

And I’m glad I have this blog so that I can write down our conversations. I always meant to write down the funny things the boys said but never did, yet another reason why I was meant to be a blogger. And so I have a place to post photos like this:

Coming up tomorrow for Wordless Wednesday – three kids, three first days of school!