What's cooking? It's fajitas tonight!
This morning I took the little girls with me to the post office to mail a package.
ANNA: Why do we need to go to the post office?
ME: Because I need to send my friend in Montana a present for her new baby.
ANNA: (incredulous) What? People in Montana (pronounced "Ontana") don't have babies! They're just kids!
ME: What are you talking about? Of course people in Montana can have babies. They're people just like all of us. There are mommies just like Mommy and babas just like Baba....
ANNA: But they're just kids! I saw it on a show on TV!
ME: Do you mean Hannah Montana?
ANNA: Yeah, Hannah Montana.
Note: Technically watching Hannah Montana is a no-no in our house, since I don't generally buy into shows with themes such as "kids always know better than their parents because parents are idiots." But I have a feeling there's some subversive Hannah Montana watching going on in our house. I have now become vigilant.
Thank you for thinking that Hannah Montana is a show about Montana, Anna. You have done well, my small spy.