tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9103244.post-48588199139858267642008-09-12T09:25:00.002-04:002008-09-12T09:37:22.291-04:00So last night, we were watching TV, and the girl child says, "well, when you take a pregnancy test, how do you know how many lines are right?" Uh...what the fuck? After answering her question (I'm a firm believer on if you can ask the question, you can receive the answer), I decided that I had enough for the day. I went to bed. (I've been sleeping much better lately.)<br /><br />This morning, we were going about our routine of getting ready, and she said, "Is it hard, Mommy?" I offhandedly asked what. The news was on and we were watching a report about the Capoiera Festival. "Having two kids and having to do everything by yourself." <br /><br />Now, she's ALWAYS been a heavy chick. She favors biographies and books about state history over fiction. She prefers Animal Planet over Cartoon Network and she's first rate student. But still, I am SO not ready.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9103244-4858819913985826764?l=intro2breez.blogspot.com'/></div>Breezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01487826139719603042noreply@blogger.com1