The imagination on this one never ceases to amaze me. It also reminds me to be very thankful for her dad.
True story as we were driving the other day:
F: What's that?
Me: A gas station.
F: A gas station for the car?
Me: Yes.
F: What's a gas station?
Me: That. (Complete Mom FAIL.)
Jon: !!! A gas station is (fill in the blank of what a gas station really is.)
Sometimes I forget to remember in the midst of 10 million questions a day that her inquisitive little mind just likes to know things--and can actually process so much! Thanks, Jon, for picking up the slack when I myself am a slacker.
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