Lilia was busy telling me a story in the car today. She was going on and on about how we will do this and that, and if I'm good and I listen I'll get a star... etc. etc. When suddenly she says:
"Mom, Momma, Mommy!
And when your belly cracks I will have to take the baby out and take care of her, ok?"
I seriously don't know where she gets her info. But if only it were that easy....
