Dinner Conversations

These are my FAVORITE part of parenting mixed-age kids. 

Tonight I said “a platypus is…” and before I could I finish the sentence, Waffle Fry pipes in with, “a beaver-duck?”

Not gonna lie. I FULLY lost it. 😂😂😂

“Let me finish my sentence! It’s a monotreme.” 

Spicy wanted to know what a monotreme was and I said it was non-placental mammal. Daddy thought all mammals birthed live young, which is NOT true because…monotremes…so I explained the three kinds of mammals.

Then Spicy asked me to look up zebra-giraffes which don’t sound like a real animal but they ARE. 

Here’s an okapi just for you, courtesy of animal spot  

https://images.app.goo.gl/yyCqh4sueQR7fKKN7

And the question I’m sure you’re dying to ask is “why are you discussing platypuses at dinner?” And darling reader, I have NO earthly clue.  This is just what happens. It’s the best. 

And just in case you think nothing bad ever happens over here, I *also* lost it over this, and not in the laughing way. More in the “it’s a good thing you were camping when I found this so I had to time to cool off” way. Especially because I found it after donating plasma so I could pay for a child activity. NOT AMUSED. (Spicy would like to interject that this is NOT her handy work.) 

It’s hard to believe because this IS her work. So.