The other day, I had a conversation with Ellery which went a little something like this:
"Mom, I can't marry Grady, can I?"
"Um, well, no honey. He's your brother."
"That's what I thought. Because if we are married and both wear the same jeans, something will happen."
Hunh? (To myself.) "What do you mean sweet-pea?"
"Nanny told me that." (Thanks, mom.)
Molly pipes in, "yah, something bad will happen to your kids, like they won't listen or something."
OK...so where exactly did Joe and I go wrong?
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