My absolute favorite conversation happened with one of my little boys today when we were talking about finding out my baby's gender.

Boy: "Mrs. McKanna, how do they tell the difference between a girl baby and a boy baby."
Me: "Well, have you heard of an ultrasound before?"
Boy: "No, ma'am."
Me: "They take this wand and when they put it over my belly they can see the baby inside...and then they look for boy parts or girl parts."

I wish you could see his face as it registered. He winces and asks, "You mean it's naked?!"
Me: "Well my baby certainly isn't clothed!"

"If you're a girl you roll a boy; if you're a boy you roll a girl. They were rolling us. My dad took me rolling for the first time in my life when I was five." (Very intrigued, I later learned that they were talking about toilet papering someone's home.) Oh Texas.

"Mrs. McKanna, I have phlegm...you know that yellow stuff you get when you have croup...I've been spewing it out all morning." I hand her a tissue.

"I hope you have a boy because girls leave their underwear all over the floor!" says the boy with two older sisters.

"How's my overbite look, Mrs. McKanna? Is it big or small?"

One little boy keeps looking at my tummy. "Mrs. McKanna, I JUST got a picture of what Snoopy looks like in your tummy! He likes to recline."

"My mom says you're not supposed to be married in college."

I love these kids.