"Mooooooom, get a baby in your tummy. When are you going to make a baby?"
To which I answer:
"Lovely, after I had you my tummy said, "Jen, get a grip. You are done. You will not have any more babies. I am demanding this of you."
To which you answer:
"Mooooom. (so dramatic) kiss dad and get me a baby!!!!"
"You are my last baby."
"Mom, I AM NOT A BABY. ..................Can I have some ass cream?"
(The conversations then deviate from there. The following was todays.)
"Darling, it is 6:30 in the morning. What have you put in your body that is healthy?"
"I had some ass cream already."
"Ava, I may win best mom award this year."
"Mom, I am fancy - I can do flip de flips."
"Are flip de flips like ballerina moves?"
"No, mom. (this was said in a tone like I am not the brightest person you know) Flip de flips are jumps and hops. Pshh"
"Did you just Pshh me? How old are you."
"No, you are 3. "
"Yea, I'm free."