Daughter: "Mommy, where did I come from?"
Mom: "Sweetheart, you came out from Mommy's body."
Daughter: "How exactly?"
Mom: "Well, your head came out first, then your arms, followed by your legs."
Daughter: (thinking about what she just heard) "How did you assemble them?"
At my ten-year-old’s request, I loaded my Rolling Stones tunes onto his iPod.
"I had no idea you liked the Stones," I said.
"Sure. I like all that old-fashioned music," he said.
"What do you mean, ‘old-fashioned music’?"
"You know," he said defensively. "Music from the 1900's."
While I was making a huge batch of snicker doodle cookies, I asked my ten-year-old to read the recipe and ingredients off the box to me, doubling them as he went along.
He did as he was told. His first instruction: "Preheat the oven to 700 degrees."