Every morning now begins with inventory. As Adam gets dressed, this conversation ensues:
Pie: Daddy has a p*enis!
Adam: Yes, that’s right.
Pie: Pie has a gagina!
Adam: Right again!
We don’t feel ogled. No not at all…<\/p>\n
Overheard by another mother:
Doodles: Do you believe in Santa Claus?
Little Friend: What?
Friend’s Mom: She doesn’t know about Santa Claus.
Doodles: Okay, but does she believe in him?<\/p>\n
Doodles: How are baby horses born?
Me: Just like people. They grow inside of their mommies’ bellies.
Doodles: But how do they get out?
Me: Through the horses’ private parts.
Doodles: How do people’s babies come out?
Me: Most babies come out through their mommies’ private parts. You and Pie, though, weren’t. I had an operation and the doctor cut my belly and took you out.
Doodles: So we were in your belly?
Me: Sort of. You were in my womb. It’s near my belly.
Doodles: Womb?
Me: Womb.
Doodles: Womb?
Me: Womb.
Doodles: Babies are in wombs?
Me: Yep!
Doodles: Are there chairs in wombs for the babies to sit on?<\/p>\n
Pie’s first words upon rising: “Did the dinosaurs eat apples and honey on Rosh Hashanah?”<\/p>\n
I’m in my office. Ella and Louis<\/a> are on the CD player. But all of a sudden, I hear Billy Jonas<\/a>. That’s odd. I thought SteveSongs<\/a> was the next CD in there. Come out to find Ella and Louis still playing, albeit softly, and the iPod playing Billy Jonas<\/a>. Doodles sits sheepishly on the coach. Every morning now begins with inventory. As Adam gets dressed, this conversation ensues: Pie: Daddy has a p*enis!Adam: Yes, that’s right.Pie: Pie has a gagina!Adam: Right again!We don’t feel ogled. No not at all… Overheard by another mother:Doodles: Do you believe in Santa Claus?Little Friend: What?Friend’s Mom: She doesn’t know about Santa Claus.Doodles: Okay, but […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-397","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/397","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=397"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/397\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=397"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=397"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=397"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Me: Who turned on the iPod?
Doodles: I don’t know.
Me: You don’t know?
Doodles: Uh uh. It just went on.
Me: You were just sitting here all by yourself and the iPod just magically started playing Billy Jonas
Doodles: Yeah.
Me: Hmmm, that doesn’t sound right.
Doodles: Well… I think Pie turned it on.
Me: Pie turned it on?
Doodles: Yeah. That’s right. Pie turned it on.
Me: And how did Pie turn it on?
Doodles: She just did.
Me: Are you fibbing?
Doodles giggles.
Me: Did you turn the iPod on? You know you’re not allowed to touch the iPod!
Doodles: It’s okay, because I didn’t touch it! [Doodles leans over to the side table that the iPod and speaker are on to demonstrate] See! I didn’t touch the iPod! I used the remote, so it’s okay! I never touched the iPod!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"