Tonight, as I was holding a little red-haired girl in my lap, she started asking me some pretty tough questions about life.
Namely, she wanted to know why I have two boobs.
The best response I could think of: "I have two boobs because God did not give me a third boob."
My favorite small people age is when kids are walking, but not talking. Once they know how to talk, life gets pretty complicated.
I'm going to have to come up with better answers for the hard-hitting questions.
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