From The Mouths Of Babes...

Yesterday, on my birthday, my seven year old niece, Ella asked me if I was pregnant. Well geez, thanks kid, happy birthday to me. I quickly deny that I'm preggers and ask her why she would ask me that.

She looks me up and down, up and down and finally answers, "Well, CeeCee, it's just that....well, you have boobs and Mommy only gets boobs like that when when she's gonna have a baby so I thought, well, you must be pregnant."

Now I feel bad for assuming she just thought I was fat (paranoid much?) and I explain that you can have "bigger" boobs without being pregnant. "Oh good, that's what I want then" (I'm sure her father will be thrilled to hear that). In the next breath, she asked me if I am coming to her kickball birthday party.

"I don't know Ella, first I've heard about it but it sounds like fun." As she runs off to play with her little brother she shouts back to me over her shoulder, "let me check the status of your invite and I'll get back to ya!"

So here I sit, on a Friday night, waiting to "hear the status" of my birthday party invite from a seven year old.