Punkin often surprises me with commentary these days. I'm never sure what she is thinking. This was the conversation on the way to K's today:
Punkin: "You know what I'll hate when I have a baby, Mom?"
Me: "What, honey?"
Punkin: "I'll hate it when they wake up crying in the middle of the night."
Me: "Hee, yeah, that can be a bit a of a drag. I'll tell you what, though -- when you're awake with that baby in the middle of the night, and everyone else is asleep, it's pretty neat. It seems like it's just you and that little baby and no one else in the whole world. That's a very special feeling."
As I talked about that, my mind flashed back to what it was like to hold a "new" little sleepy baby in my arms, and just rock them. Feel their warm little baby weight and smell their little baby smell when the rest of the house was quiet and the rest of the world was dark. My heart smiled as it remembered.
Then, I heard this from the back seat:
Sweet Pea: "Mommy, I just saw dog poop on the sidewalk. Ewwwww."