Sometimes Brad and I attempt to have conversations that our kids are not involved in. You know, those grown up issues that arise every now and then. But for some reason our two children believe they have a right to know what their parents are discussing at all times. It's not so much Gogurt as Poptart. She is becoming, well, rather, nosy.
Last night was a great example of that. Brad and I were in our room, kids tucked in for the night. We were talking about something, right now I can't even remember what, but it wasn't anything to do with our kids (amazing right?)
From her bedroom, Poptart yells, "Momma?"
Poptart: "What are y'all talking about?"
Me: "Uhhhh (that's me thinking of a good answer)" You."
Poptart: "What about me?"
Me: "Birthday stuff for you."
Poptart: "Go ahead then."