Ada and Lila were eating dinner at our house. They started out pretending to be kittens. (Which by the way, yay! Kittens LOVE milk! These kittens drank several glasses.) After a bit they started talking about going to Disneyland with their children.
Lila: I am going to have a baby. If you want kids you have to have babies, right?
Ada: But I don't want surgery.
(Why would she worry about this? Neither she, Lila or their siblings was born by c-section. Until today I wasn't even sure she knew that babies could be born this way.)
Lila: Everyone gets surgery at some point.
(See, this is what's wrong with the U.S. health care system.)
(some chatter about surgery and cutting and babies that went by too fast for me to understand, much less transcribe)
Lila: When your baby is inside of you it really really hurts. They don't want to cut too deep because it will cut your baby and it would be dead. It would cut your baby's head. And I don't think you can have a baby with no head.
Ada: We aren't hungry any more.
Lila: Yeah. We don't want to finish our dinner.
I love listening to them. Where else does dinner conversation range from Snow White to surgery?