A conversation between Zach, Ryan, and I on the way home from school.
Z “Mom, today I learned that I’m made of parts of everyone in my family.”
me “Really? Did you learn what it was called?”
Z “Um gen-something. But you know what it is, right?”
me “Genetics.”
Z “Yeah! My teacher said we’re made up from parts of our family we live with. Like you and Daddy and Ryan and Bella.”
R “What about Scarlet? She lives with us.”
Z “Nooo. Scarlet’s a dog. People aren’t made from dogs.”
R “Well, I want to be made out of part of Scarlet, not you.”
me “Technically, you are only made out of pieces of…”
Z “Ryan, you don’t get to pick who you’re made of!”
R “Uh-huh and I pick not to be made out of you!”
Z “No! You can’t do that! We both have brown eyes like Daddy so we’re made out of him.”
R “No! I have different brown eyes! Not your brown eyes!”
Z “And I have red hair like Mommy so I’m made out of her.”
R “Wait.. what about me? How am I made out of Mommy?”
(see Zach look over at Ryan)
Z “Huh, you don’t have red hair so I guess you’re not made out of her.”
R “MOMMY!! Zach said I’m not made out of you!”
3 comments:
What a great conversation to capture. :D
Too precious. Are you going to make a scrapbook page of their conversation?
P.S. I like the new header on your blog...and I like it even better when I realized it is a picture of your little Belly.
That is too cute!
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