We're in the car on the way home from getting our new fish and this is the conversation I hear come out of the back of the van.
Preslie: when I grow up I want to work as an animal doctor and in the zoo and on a farm
Rylie: boy Preslie, that's a lot of jobs. And you want to get married and have babies too?
Preslie: Yes
Rylie: well, I'm going to have 4 babies. I'm going to have a girl and name her Marley and a boy and name him (sorry I can't remember the name).
Preslie: I'm going to have 3 babies (as she's counting on her fingers).
Chase: I'm going to have 100 babies but I'll only carry one at a time.
Rylie: Ya, you'll need to find a woman for that
I thought I was going to loose it I was laughing so hard.
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