I can’t make a baby, mom
So says my three year old to me this afternoon.
M: Why can’t you make a baby?
N: I don’t know mom, these wipes don’t work, I think we need to go to the doctor (said in her very serious voice)
She had opened the diaper wipe container, taken out every.single.wipe and dumped them into her baby stroller, wanting them to magically form a baby. When they didn’t, she got very dramatic, scooped them up and ran out of the room sobbing (a la novella), yelling, “it’s not my fault!”
I guess it’s off to the doctor for us.