D: Mom, is rhys handsome?
Me: Yes, very. Do you know what handsome means?
Me: It means beautiful, for a boy.
D: He’s not beautiful, mom. He’s HANDSOME.
ME: Guess you do know what it means.
D: When you get married you are a princess.
D: Yep.You become a princess and twirl around and have a party. And then you kiss the prince.
Me: You do?
D: Yeah mom…I TOLD you that.
Me: I’m married to your daddy. Does that mean he is a prince and I am a princess?
D: No, you are a mom.
Me: Gee, thanks.
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