Yesterday Mary said she wanted to be a train driver someday. I said that sounded wonderful, and was she also looking forward to being a mommy?
MARY: I don't think I can be a mommy because I don't know how to babysit.
Then today I was washing her hair and we somehow started talking about babies.
MARY: How many babies do you think I'll have, Mommy?
MOM: It's up to God how many you have, Sweetheart.
MARY: But what if I only have two babies? (Uttered with a whine)
MOM: Oh, I think you'll have more than that.
MARY: Then why did you only have one baby, Mommy? (She's speaking of Beth here, who is still a baby in Mary's eyes.)
MOM (chuckling): I had four babies, Mary..........Beth, Mary, Paul and Peter. You're all bigger now, but you were tiny babies at one time.
MARY (looking shocked and thoughtful): We were?