Every night, at some point, Rebecca cries out to me and I make my nightly migration to her bed. Though by no means ideal, it has made for some wonderful AM cuddling and an interesting snapshot into her thoughts.
The other morning her first questions of the day were these, fired off in such rapid succession that there was no time to mumble, "you should go ask your father," much less answer them:
"How does the air get into my body to come out as farts?"
"How do the tissues get inside the tissue box?"
"How does an octopus get around if he doesn't have any bones?"
But what really surprised me this week was a conversation we had in the car. It started with her wanting a pet pig and ended with her asking if Piglet was at Disneyland.
"I think he's on the ride."
"No, I mean like Mickey Mouse and all that with the costumes. I want to meet the person who dresses up as piglet." Can't fool her for a second.
