Last night I was folding laundry in the bedroom when I heard the following come from Finley's room:
Finley: Look, momma! It's a full moon!
Dana: That looks more like a rocket to me!
I thought about it for a second and then called out:
Me: Is he naked??
Dana: Yes.
I wonder what kinds of stories parents of little girls have that I'll never get to experience.
I've been sitting on a few other stories that happened recently, wondering if I should put them down for posterity or if maybe parents who only have girls are better off not knowing just what kind of fun they're missing.
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