Christina was feeling the baby kick. Me: “Do you want to talk to her?” Christina: “No. I’ll talk to her when she comes out.”
More classic Christina:
“Is Georgia a house? Is it a plane? Is it an eyebrow? [giggle]”
“What was St. Benedict allergic to?”
“Is milk good for my body?”
“Is God in charge of the rainbows?”
(After getting out of bed to come be with me on the couch and hanging out asking all these questions she looks outside.) “It’s night time. I have to go to bed.” (Runs off to bed.)
I couldn’t make this stuff up.