(In the middle of supper tonight, completely out of the blue)
Baby: Mommy, Bluto isn't a planet.
Me: No, Pluto isn't a planet.
Baby: Yeah, it's too small. That means it's too little. And we don't know anybody who lives there.
Me: Can you tell me about the other planets?
Baby: Jupiner is big. We don't live there.
Me: No, we don't live on Jupiter. What's the name of the planet where we live?
Baby: Uhm, I don't know.
Me: Sure you do. Tell me about it.
Baby: It's green and blue and we live on the green part. It's Earf! Not Maws; we don't live on Maws.
I can only imagine this is one of many random conversations to come where at the end I just look at her and wonder where that came from.
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