Ivy: “I changed my mind I don’t want to be a mom when I grow up. I’m going to be a diver.”
Me: “You could be a diver and a mom.”
Ivy: “No, because if I had children then I would have to cook a lot of food.”
Me: “Yup, and you know what they would say -“
Me: “Huh. Do you think I should try that?”
Ivy: “No, you shouldn’t do that because your the best mom on the whole world! And besides I don’t even know how to cook yet!”
This conversation occurred after a long painful supper. It was meal that eventually met the high standards of politeness and “trying it” before Ivy’s benevolent mother offered her reheated leftovers after everyone else was done eating.