The older Alora gets, I swear the more wisdom she seems to pull from nowhere. So yesterday in the heat of the moment in a bad potty break in front of the post office, I was shielding Alora from oncoming traffic while she sat on her potty seat in the van with my stand true sweatshirt. On it it has an angel holding a child and a banner on it that says pray to end abortion. So when i’m at the worst moment of the day trying not to yell at my child to hurry her poop up,,, i decide to ask her to point out the letters on my sweatshirt. After we had gotten through all of them she says “a-b-o-r-t-i-o-n what does that spell mommy?” I told it was abortion, she said “what’s that?”. So to my two year old i had to find a way to explain abortion. I told her it was when people were mean to babies. Her look was of terror, she said “who would ever wanna be bad to a baby?” Fighting the tears from my eyes I had to tell her that some people aren’t good and they hurt babies. She almost started crying and asked if someone wanted to hurt Zoë. I told her no she was safe. She then asked what the rest of my sweatshirt said. So I asked her what to pray was and she said “to talk to Jesus” and I told her to end was to stop. So we put together that it said we needed to talk to Jesus to stop people being mean to babies.  What a day through the eyes of a child.
Today she asked me if i could pluck her eyebrows,,,,, after a very long conversation I told her not til she was old enough to be married,,, she said ok, can i have chapstick? We went with the latter.