Leah likes to talk. So much so that she started at the very young age of nine months and never slowed down. Tonight she topped herself.
WARNING for my Dad or any in-laws who may be reading this post. You might want to just skip the rest of it.
Anyway, tonight at dinner the subject of pregnancy came up. Leah, in her 4 1/2 year old infinite wisdom, started talking about babies and where they come from. She then proceeded to tell the story of when I had to go to a doctors appointment with her in tow. As she so eloquently put it, "remember Mommy when you went to the doctor and he checked out your booty with a pair of pliers?" At this point Joe and I were laughing so hard we could barely talk.
For the record, when I went to aforementioned doctor I told her that she had to sit in the chair behind me and not move. As soon as the doctor began his exam, she jumped off the chair, ran right over and watched the whole thing. And now, a year afterwards, she apparently likes to talk about it. Great.