Overheard in the car this afternoon:
Harmony: When Hope and I grow up, we're having babies. I'm having two girl babies.
Me: What about a boy?
Ha: Well, maybe one. Just like we have!
Henry: But first you have to be married.
Harmony: You have to get married first--you're older.
Henry: I don't know about that...maybe I'll marry God instead.
(I guess Henry wasn't ready by the Jedi Knight argument Ruthie made...)
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