[Merikalyn and Nolyn were playing house and this is the conversation I overheard.]
M: So, where is your family from?
M: Oh? Did your family die?
N: Yes, my family died on the cross.
M: Your family is Jesus????
[Here's a conversation that took place around dinner time a couple nights ago.]
M: Mom, where do potatoes come from?
Me: They grow in the ground.
N: Where do carrots come from?
Me: They grow in the ground, too!
M: Where do cinnamon rolls come from?
Me: Well, someone gets together all the incredients and prepares them. Sometimes they are made in big factories with big bowls and mixers.
N: Oh! Where were you made from?
Merika: From Nana and Poppa, silly.
N: Nuh-uh! From Daddy's rib!
[Cue conversation later from Dad who explained that only Eve was made from Adam's rib.]
I can't remember what we were talking about the other day, but Merika sweetly piped in, "When I grow up, I wanna be a Mommy."