Chatting with my 7 year old daughter, who is reading the email I'm typing over my shoulder:
E: Wow, Mom. That's a long email.
E: And you used lots of smiley faces.
Me: Yup. Guess I'm weird that way.
E: You aren't weird. You're a mom. And you're pretty.
(mental note to self: Buy that kid a pony for Christmas)
Part Two, in which I walk into a conversation between my two oldest girls as they wash the dishes:
J (10 years old): I'm definitely going to get one when I grow up.
Me: What? A husband? (insert laugh track here)
J: Nope. A dog. But I'll get a husband too. Then I won't have to afford the big expense of getting the dog. I'll just ask my husband nicely.
(mental note to self: have a little chit chat with the girls about expectations for marriage...yikes!) :-)