No, I don't want you to be a grammy!

Allie has told us a million times that she wants to be a mommy when she grows up. Whenever we read our Richard Scarry book at bedtime, Allie proudly announces, "I want to be a mommy when I grow up," when we reach the When You Grow Up Page. By the way, Elmo is going to be a car fixer (aka mechanic) when he grows up.

So one night last week, after Allie announced that she wanted to be a mommy, I exclaimed, "Oh, Allie. That is just fantastic because then I will be a grammy!"

Allie became quiet. "No. I'm not going to be a mommy." I was puzzled and Allie continued with, "I don't want you to be a grammy."

"What do you mean, Allie? I will still be me."

"Will you look the same?" She wanted to cry. She was fighting those tears.

"Yes, of course I will look the same." She didn't seem convinced.

The situation was slightly improving, especially after she studied the other choices on the pages of the book and didn't seem to be too enthralled with any of them. And then she asked, "Will they have to cut me open to get the babies out? I don't want them to cut me open."

Okay, so maybe that detail of their birth story should have been, ah, altered.

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