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Two is not too many: Look I can do two push-ups!


My daughter, Imani was this morning looking though my handbag and got out some baby wipes.

She says, " Mom, who are these for? You're not a baby?"

So I explained that it is better to have one big pack that lasts longer, as most wipes come in small packages. I touch dirty things all the time, and its important to keep my hands clean.

But if you think this blog is about wet tissues you're wrong.

Its about babies. Two babies, a boy and a girl that my daughter thinks we need to add to our family.

That of course was the discussion that followed the baby wipes- why can't we have babies then? So I told her she will have a baby sister or brother someday. She goes ahead to ask why can't we have both, so that she can have both; a brother, and a sister. I explain that 2 more babies may be too many, to which she quickly said; Mum, two is not too many, look I can do two push-ups, which she did immediately and said; See mom, finished!

I laughed...hope this brightens your day somewhat. Kids say the Darnest things.

Comments

  1. Hahaaa watch out on your kid,she seems bright with the questions she asks!

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  2. From the mouths of babes:-) Always makes me laugh! Thanks for dropping by. Yes, I will take good care of her! God Bless!

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  3. Oh that's my previous blogger name: we have since moved on ;-)

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  4. next time she will ask that very question ...with an innocent look...dont know what you will say

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  5. i dropped by today and I had to contain my laughter during tea break at the office.I still have to explain to my supervisor what was up. I hope i won't get push ups as a punishment! LOL

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  6. Your daughter is an absolute angel, hope she liked the baloons..

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  7. Two is not too many eh? LOL!!!!!

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  8. Dear Safari girl, yes she absolutely loved the baloons! Alkags- that's pressure! Lol

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