Tommy (playing with the clothesline): “I’m sorry, Lizzie, but this is too complicated for you, so you cannot play with it.” (Not sure he understands what complicated means.)
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Tommy (looking at a picture of us while I was still pregnant with Susie): Mommy, who helped you put Susie in your tummy?
Me (trying not to hyperventilate): Er, well, God uses a mommy and a daddy to make a baby.
Tommy (apparently totally satisfied): Oh.
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Me: Why do you have all your money out?
Tommy: We were pretending we were getting married.
Me: Oh. What do you have to do to get married?
Tommy: Well, a girl needs to find a husband, and a boy needs to find a wife, then they get married.
Me: Elizabeth, why did you need money to get married?
Elizabeth: Um, I dunno.