Leah is our family's conundrum. She just doesn't fit the mold. And there is her penchant for imagining the most horrific events possible for her dolls. They break legs, arms, heads and feet. They are cripples for life, orphaned forever, sold into slavery, and often die. She usually responds with coolness towards their helpless cries for mercy. It's a hard knock life. C'est la vie. However, today was something unusually special. This is the conversation I overheard during her playtime with Mary.
Mary (in an equally hilarious accent meant to underline her adult character): Why yes. I'm pregnant with my 20th.
Leah: Oh! How nice that you can have that many children. Has your uterus ruptured yet?
Mary: No. Not yet.
Leah: Well, I run the orphanage down the street. Do you know it?
Mary: Oh yes, I pass by there every day.
Leah: Perhaps you could think about giving your baby to the orphanage. We only have 1 child living there now.
Mary: Well, I'll think about it for sure. But I'm afraid you may kidnap my baby.
Leah: Oh! I would never do that! It's just that we don't have enough children at the orphanage and we need more. You have enough, don't you?
Mary: I could give you this one and then keep the next one.
Leah: Thank you. That would be perfect!