Just when I’m wrenching my arm out patting myself on the back for raising an independent and strong little girl, you pulled the rug right out from under me.
Cookie: Look, Daddy, I’m pushing my imaginary stroller.
Me: Uh huh.
Cookie: It’s got a seat up here, and one up here, and one up here, and one up here, and one back there, and one back there, and one down there, and one down there.
Me …4, 5, 6..: Cookie, you’ve got 8 kids?!?
Cookie: Almost, I have one still in my tummy.
Me: Wow, Cookie, that means you’re going to be very busy.
Cookie: Yeah, I’ll need two kitchens to cook for my kids and my husband.
Mommy: Your husband doesn’t cook?
Cookie: No, he has to work. I’m staying home to raise the kids.
Cookie: It’s a big house with two kitchens. He makes a lot of money. We’ll get married at 19.
I see that we have a lot of work to do.