Lily: "You know what I want? I want monies. I want lots and lots and lots of monies."
Steve: "Well, you know, that's why daddies go to work. They do a job and they get paid."
me: "That's why mommies go to work, too."
Steve: "Oh, yeah. I guess some mommies work, too."
Lily: "I just want monies. I want them SO BAD. I just want to go to the store and buy monies."
me: "Sounds like you should be a stockbroker."
Steve: "Why don't we brainstorm the kinds of things you can do for money when you grow up?"
Lily: "I want LOTS AND LOTS of monies."
Steve: "By the time you grow up, there will probably be lots of jobs in the financial sector [since, yanno, there aren't any now]"
Lily: [grunt.]
me: "Or you could go into Cardiology. You won't have much of a life, but maybe you won't like people anyway and won't want one."
Lily: [grunt] "Maybe I only need ONE money."
Steve: "You could be an artist. They get money every now and then."
me: "And you DO like to draw all over the walls and furniture."
Lily: [thinks] "No, I can't be an artist."
me: "Why not?"
Lily: "Because only boys can be artists. Girls aren't allowed."
me: [inner feminist rage starts to emerge] "Why? Why can't girls be artists, too?"
Lily: [dons didactic tone] "Because, mommy. Boys... well, they get... *things.* Girls... they get... *costumes.*"
Steve: "That's sort of deep."
me: [think: OMG my inner feminist is going to keel over]
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instructions: lock Lily in a room with "The Feminine Mystique," "The Second Sex," and "The Laugh of the Medusa." Won't matter if she can't read them; they will soak in some how. Then lock Steve in a room with "Approaching Zion." Do not let him out until his face is pale and his eyes are hollowed and glazed. Then move to a trailer in the Oregon rain forest.
how about a converted school bus? because if you could figure out the plumbing, that'd be AWESOME.
Just add a solar shower and a "honey pot" and the school bus would be all good.
I'm dying. So funny!
Lily is my child. Can we go ask God for a refund on the mix up?
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