There is a very precious and precocious five year old girl in my life, and for privacy purposes I’ll call her Connie*. Connie has an equally precious 10 year old brother named Jonathan*. Last night I was with Connie and Jonathan, and the following conversation ensued.

Connie– How many babies do you have?
Ann– I don’t have any babies. I don’t even have a husband yet!
Connie– Oh really?!? Why???
Ann– (flustered and laughing) Well I don’t know…
Connie– Is it because you’re waiting to find a handsome, wonderful man?
Ann– Yes! That’s exactly right.
Connie– Well how about Jonathan?!? He’s a nice gentleman!

At that point I was about to fall over laughing. Poor Jonathan was probably embarrassed beyond belief. But hey, she’s right. Her big brother is a pretty swell guy. Darn that 15 year age difference. :)