I can always tell when certain persons of a certain youthful age have had fun with mommy's phone. And markers. They always seem to leave evidence behind.
Evidence like this...

That would be Kaitlyn's leg, by the way.

When I Grow Up

We made a family outing to Wal-Mart yesterday and at one point I found myself walking alone with Emily. Or maybe Kaitlyn was in the cart and I was too busy laughing at listening to Emily to remember her being there. We passed a display full of backpacks and Emily became very animated.

Emily: "Mom, when I am 9, I am going to buy my kids backpacks!"

Me, amused: "Haha. Emily there is no way you are going to have any kids when you are 9."

Emily: "Okay, then when I am 19 I will buy backpacks for my kids for school."

Me, alarmed: "You definitely better not have any kids when you are 19, especially school-age kids!"

Emily: "Okay, I will when I am 29. I can have school-age kids then, right?"

Me, relieved: "Yeah, you can totally have kids in school when you're 29."

Emily: "Because you are 29 and you have a kid in school. Me!"

Me: "Yup. That's right."

Word to the wise- if you are sensitive about your age, don't tell Emily what it is. She has the memory of an elephant.