Progeny

Dinner table conversation last night....

Dad: "So, what do you guys want to be when you grow up?"
Quinn: "An archeologist.  I mean the one that studies rocks."
Dad: "A geologist?"
Quinn: "Yeah.  That."
Colby: "I don't know.  Something that makes robots."
Reagan: "A ark... tek... Mom, what do I want to be?"
Mom: "An architect?"
Reagan: "Yes.  That.  I want to color and paint and draw and build towers."
Mom and Dad beam.
Reagan: "And I will have 11 children, and Dad will be the grandpa, and Mom will be the grandma."
Dad: "WOW!  11 kids is a lot!'
Quinn: "You'd be sitting at the table and say 'now, what's your name again?'"
Reagan: "NO!  Mommy wants lots of grandkids.  Right Mom?"
Mom: "Right."
Reagan: "And I will have 3 puppies, and 10 goldfish, too."
Quinn: "And some iguanas?"
Reagan: "No iguanas.  But lots of frogs!"
Dad: "Any cats?"
Reagan: "No cats.  But Quinn will be my husband."
Quinn: "No I won't!"
Reagan (smiling and reaching for his hand): "Yes you will."
Colby: "That's illegal!"

You're going to be one busy mama, little girl.  Bring it on.