Over breakfast, baby cereal and Diet C.oke this morning:
Daughter: "Mommy how many babies died in your tummy?"
Mommy: Pausing to swallow new lump in throat, "3."
Daughter: "You have SIX childs!!!!!, SIX childs!!!!!"
Daughter: "Bye, Mommy, I love you, see you after school."
Mommy: Out loud, "Have a great day, I love you too!" In my head, "I need some Capt. Morgan."
How did your morning go?