Lately, my kids have gotten very curious. Asking me all sorts of questions that my mommy-brain doesn't know how to answer.
1.) My five-year-old daughter: "Mom, am I going to die?"
My first response was a calm, "Well, honey. Everyone dies."
Then her eyes shot open wide and she wailed "I'M GOING TO DIE? But I want to live. I love living! I want to live forever!"
It took us all night to calm her down. She finally settled for, "It will seem like forever."
2.) My son: "I wish I had a baby brother." My daughter, "Yeah, and a baby sister."
Together: "Can we get some?"
Me and my husband: *whistling while looking the other way.
3.) And finally, my daughter. "Mom, I want to be named Elizabeth."
"Your name is Sophia."
"No. It's Elizabeth."
"Look, I named you. I know what it is."
"It's my name. So I can name myself. Elizabeth."
And you know, she kind of had a point. I almost budged until she said, "And Jasmine. I want my name to be Jasmine too. And we'll call Basil (0ur puppy) No-No Name.
So yeah, she's staying Sophie.