Conversation over a bowl of Cocoa Pebbles
Leta: "Do you know what my middle name is?"
Me: "I do."
Leta: "It's Elise. Leta Elise."
Me: "I think I remember giving you that name."
Leta: "What's your middle name?"
Me: "Brooke."
Leta: "No it's not."
Me: "It's not?"
Leta: "No. It's Heather."
Me: "I thought that was my first name."
Leta: "That's not your first name! Your first name is Mom."
Me: "Mom Heather?"
Leta: "Yes! What's your last name?"
Me: "Same as yours. Armstrong."
Leta: "Nope! It's Daddy's Wife."
Me: "Daddy's Wife? So my full name is Mom Heather Daddy's Wife?"
Leta: "That's what I said."
Me: "This could make filling out applications rather awkward."
Leta: "I'll just call you Mrs. Daddy's Wife."
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Heather talks about Valentine's Day on today's Momversation.
- I know zero about sports, but my entire heart is screaming, "Go Saints! Go Saints!" I am a stereotypical woman. TAKE OUT THE GARBAGE, JON!
- Marlo has a tooth! So says the blood that she drew when she grabbed my hand and tried to gnaw off my thumb!
- Leta won't eat her birthday cake. I guess we should have made it out of chicken nuggets and iced it with refried beans.
