Shortcake comes into our room after both girls have already been kissed and tucked: Ummm...Sunshine doesn't want me to tell you this but I think you should know that she is very sad and crying.
Me: Why is she sad?
Shortcake: Well, she doesn't think you'll ever have another baby in your tummy.
Me: (perplexed, trying to get a bearing on left field) What makes her think that?
Shortcake: Well, I asked her and she said...um...you have too many gray hairs on your head.
Question: Which to do first...read her the story of St. Elizabeth or burst into tears because she thinks I'm ancient? Can I do both at the same time?
We did have a conversation about how gray hair doesn't mean someone is too old to have a baby or even "old" at all, how my aunt was completely gray by the age of 27, what mommy's real age is (32, thankyouverymuch!) and that God is so amazing that even those who thought they were old (though nowhere near it) have felt the springtime of life again by his blessings!
Now. . . off to the beauty shop.