Conversations With Ava

We did our typical weekend "divide and conquer" thing early yesterday - Gwen and Madison went to Costco for a pre-Thanksgiving stock up - and I took Ava to a local grocery store to try to work through some of our list. We are hosting again this year, Thanksgiving has sort of turned into "our" holiday, an arrangement we're happy with.

On the drive to the store we talked about stopping off for some fresh mozzarella on the way home and Ava said, "And why don't we have pasta for dinner, 'cause usually these days, when we're all together and don't have anything to do, like work or school, we have pasta for dinner!"

As we were driving home, during a lull between Jonas Brothers songs, she said, "Madison has a friend who had a cat that got runned over and it was, like dead."

"Oh, that's terrible," I said.

"Yeah," she continued. "And no one was even there."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the cats' parents, friends, they weren't even there. And cats have Mommies and Daddies that are married, too."

"They do?"

"Yeah, how else could the babies get out of the belly?"