Mr. Schmitty took R. for a bicycle ride tonight. My munchkin, though 5 1/2 years old, can still fit into the child seat on the back of his mountain bike.
As they rode through the neighborhood on this gorgeous evening, R. conversed with her daddy. Actually, she flapped her gums the entire time. I truly do not know how that girl breathes, as there are hardly seconds that she is quiet.
"Daddy, when I grow up and have kids, I will give them the same names as the kids in our family." She informed him. "I will name them W. and T."
"Don't you want any girls?" He asked.
"Nope, just two boys."
"Only two kids?" He questioned, "Don't you want three like our family?"
"Nah, three kids is too much work."
Man, did she ever hit that one on the head!