Joe the 5yo: "Mom, what will happen when Pete grows into a regular kid and we don't have any more babies? What will you do with all the baby stuff?"
Marty the 8yo, in Tones of Gloom: "Then she'll probably die."
Joe the 5yo: "What are you knitting?"
Me: "A blanket."
Joe: "A blanket?? You can't knit a blanket. You can knit a washcloth."
I am sewing a new cover for our down comforter, and Joe hears the clackety-clack of my seldom-used sewing maching. He comes running in, his face alight. "Mom! Do you have a machine gun?"
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