Adventures in Nannying

Friday Morning: 

So on the way to school today, my little nanny charge wanted to know why it hurt so much to have a baby.

I turned up the Kidz Bop, rolled down the window, and tried to act like I didn't hear her.

Unfazed, she followed it up with, "And if it hurts so much, then why do girls keep doing it?" 

"To get on Maury." 

"Who's Maury?"

Successful subject change for the win, ladies and gentlemen.

Friday Evening:

After a curious and suspect 15-minute silence, I call her into the living room.

Her, running in, breathless: "Sorry I looked at your bras!"

Me, stunned at first, but then: "That's okay. Lots of people want to look at them. I'm used it to by now."

Her: "Why do you have so many of them?"

Me: "Because that's the fun part of being a girl. When you grow up, maybe you'll get to have tons of bras, too."

Her: "Well, hopefully. If I'm not poor."

Me: "Even poor people manage to have a bra or two."

Her: "But why don't you just have one and then wash it every day?"

Me: "Because washing it all the time would make it lose its shape, thus eliminating the whole point of a bra."

Her: "What's the point of bras?"

Me: "To drive boys crazy."

Her:: "But how do you do THAT?"

Me: "Let's add that to the list of things for you to ask your mom when she gets home."