As we're driving to the South Bay, Rowan began talking.
"My brothers and sisters are coming to my party," my oldest daughter stated.
"You have a brother and his name is Jory and your sister's name is Baby," my oldest informed his younger sibling.
"Yes, I do have brothers and sisters- -" she continued.
"Your brother's name is Jory and your sister's name is Layla," he interjected firmly.
"My brothers and sisters live with my daddy," she responded.
"We don't have a daddy!" he retorted.
"I do have a daddy," she answered.
"What's his name?" he asked.
Unrecognizable answer given.
"Okay, you two. Let's be quiet," I jumped in before the argument started up again.
"Mommy, you're coming to my party," the baby announced.
Look at my baby saving the day with talks about her imaginary party. Amazing what your children know, but don't say. And how sometimes they aren't down with pretending.
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