Goin' to the chapel...and then a quick stop at labor and delivery

Ok, I could not have made this up. Clearly I am having no trouble completing my 30 day blogging challenge. We are not short on stories around here.

A little background: Lauryn loves to dress up in her wedding dress. The strange thing is that she also always has a doll stuffed underneath. Every single time.

Her explanation is that she is getting married and then will have her baby. I get that she has the correct order, but does she know that you don't leave the reception and drive straight to the hospital to deliver?

I mean this baby pokes STRAIGHT out. She looks 23 months pregnant when she does this.

I've sort of just let it go for a while. She's only 4, so what's the point in getting into a deep discussion about this whole subject?? Goodness knows there will be plenty of time for that later. I'm stocking up on sedatives in preparation.

So anyway, I was fine with letting this go until I walked into the living room this afternoon and saw this.

I'm not sure what bothered me the most. The pregnant bride or the bridesmaid with an open-front dress.

So I finally decided to set her straight. I explained that she doesn't have the baby in her tummy at the wedding. God will give her the baby after she gets married. (Thankfully that didn't launch a discussion about how God puts the baby in the tummy...I can only handle one subject at a time.)

Once I finished explaining, she looked at me with the most confused expression on her face and said, "But you had me in your tummy at your wedding!"

After somehow managing to disguise a look of shock and horror by turning it into mere surprise, I calmly explained that no, she wasn't in my tummy at my wedding. (In fact, it didn't happen until a good 5 years later!)

And then she calmly pointed to the portrait hanging on the wall of me in my wedding dress and said, "Yes you did. See??"

I have thought long and hard, and I don't think there has been a single moment in my life where I have fought so hard not to laugh until I couldn't breathe. Or wet my pants. Somehow, I managed a straight face.

Bless her heart. I had to explain that those were my legs. I was sitting down, not standing in the picture. The dress was just covering my legs. It wasn't my tummy poking out.

She looked at me like she had figured out the mysteries of life. "Oooohhh! Now I see!"

If you ever need a good laugh, find a child and ask them what they're thinking. About anything. Clearly, you will not be expecting whatever it is they have to say!