Grandma’s minion
Nolan was sitting on my lap, facing me. I was singing “Six Little Ducks” and had just gotten to the “quack quack quaaaaaccckkk” part which is my favorite.
“Why don’t you got any kids?” he asked.
“What?” I said.
“You should have some kids,” he said.
“Did Grandma tell you to ask me that?” My parents’ babysit the tiniest Tibbles on Tuesdays.
“No,” he said. “I just think you should have some kids.”
“Why?”
“Because you need some.”
“How come?”
“You need a girl and you can call her Carmen.”
“Why Carmen?”
“Because it’s a cute name.”
“I will have kids someday,” I said.
“How about in three years?” He asked, holding up three fingers.
“That sounds great!”
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