Some of our best conversations always seem to happen while I am driving…

“Mama, when I grow up, I want to have a covered wagon.  Not a car,”  My Littlest Lady announces.

“Okay, that would be fun,” I tell her.

“I mean I am going to live on a farm in the mountains, you know, so I want a covered wagon.  They are so much more useful than a car…”

She says she doesn’t like the city too much, this free spirit of mine who loves Laura Ingalls currently.

“But what about a horse?”  My Little Lady reminds her younger sister. “You don’t have a horse.”

“I could get one.”

“But you don’t know how to ride a horse or anything…”  My eldest Lady would prefer to live in a castle, with a house in the mountains for weekends…

Littlest Lady is processing.   She perks up.  “Well, I could learn and my husband would know all about horses!”

And then, Little Man, who has been listening intently to all this talk by his older sisters, pipes up, “And I will be your husband!!”

I am laughing.  How will they resolve this one?

“Oh, buddy, I wish you could…but sisters can’t marry their brothers…” She tells him gently.

It is Little Man’s turn to process now…he thinks for a split second and then pipes up again,  “Well, then, I will be your big brother!”

And that takes care of that.

 

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