The other day Baby Sunshine and I were driving down the road (to aunty Jena’s house to see baby kitties) and this is how the conversation went:

O: Mommy, wemember when you were a wittle girl, and your mommy drove and you sat in a seat?

Me: Yes.

O: Cuz you were wittle, and you were a wittle girl and you had to sit in a seat.

Me: That’s right.

O: And then you grew bigger and bigger and bigger. And you can drive. Now you’re a mommy and you can drive.

Me: Yep.

O: And I’m wittle, but I will grow, and grow until I’m big and I can drive too.

Me: That’s right O, you will grow big.

O: Yeah, and then maybe I can have my own car!

Me: (Shocked at the sudden turn of conversation) – Um, yeah, well, maybe. You’ll have to talk to your daddy about that.

I figured she would ask for a car someday . . . but not at age three.