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Getting ready for bed.
Goose: Where did the first babies come from?
Mom: Like the first babies on earth? Ever?
Goose: Yeah.
Mom: From Adam and Eve, I guess.
Goose: Where were Adam and Eve borned from?
Mom: Well, they weren’t really born, I don’t think. God just put them on the earth already grown up.
Goose: Where did God come from?
Mom: From another God?
Goose: Where did he come from?
Mom: You mean where did the first person who ever existed come from? I have no idea.
Did I think about this stuff when I was six?
Over lunch.
Goose: I wish we were dogs.
Mom: What?
Goose: Dogs. I could be your puppy.
Mom: Who would be our master? Who would take care of us?
Goose: People like us.
Mom: But if you were a dog you wouldn’t be able to read or write or draw pictures or do gymnastics.
Goose: Well then I wish we were dogs that could do all the things people can do.
Mom: But if you want to do all the same things people do, why not just be a person?
Goose: Because dogs are cuter.
That’s as good a reason as any, I suppose.
In her bedroom.
Mom: Goose, this room is getting out of control. You need to clean this up.
Goose, in her best pout: But I suck at cleaning.
Mom: No you don’t. Remember a couple weeks ago when you cleaned your whole entire room all by yourself? You did an awesome job.
Goose, almost genuinely sad now: But I’m just so lazy now.
Sigh. There can never be any doubt she’s her mother’s daughter.
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