conversations with my kids

Damian-"Mom..do you like Michael Jackson brown or peach?"

Me- " I like him brown."

Damian- "Me too."

Brandon- "I like him red."

Damian- "He's not red!!!"

Brandon- "He be's red when he gets hot."

Damian- " Something happened to his face. Did he get shot?"

Me- " No babe. He did not get shot. He had skin problems I think."

Brandon- "Like me! Except I itch. Will I be brown?"

Damian- Pinching his nose, "His nose looks like this."

Brandon- Flaring his nose. "It used to look like this."

I almost crashed the car.

I love my kids. I swear they are such literal little people, especially Damian. People can only be brown, tan or peach.

It got silent only after Damian asked me if Michael Jackson was a he or a she.

By then I almost peed my pants.
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xo