Mock Pecan Pie

At a recent progressive dinner I was asked to provide dessert.  I had been wanting to make a Mock Pecan Pie recipe I found.  So I did.  it used pinto beans instead of pecans.  So the day before I cooked the beans and made the crust.  But the day of the event I had a meeting right before the dinner, so I had Chris make the pie.  I mentioned to him that he would need to measure out the beans and make the filling.  Apparently he didn't hear me because he used all the beans.  Probably at least double what it should have been.  The pie tasted fine, it was just a bit dry.  In the car on the way home we had this conversation

Luna:  So the pie was pretty good, don't you think?
Chris: I didn't try any.
Luna: Why not?  You have to try at least a bite when we get home.
Chris: I don't like pecan pie.
Luna: I am surprised by that, since you like German Chocolate Cake.
Chris: I don't like pie....except pumpkin, and chocolate.
            ....and coconut        
           ....and key lime
           ....and banana cream
By this point I was laughing so hard!

Siblings

Kiah: Are we ever going to have another baby?
Luna: I don't know.  Do you want to have another baby?
Kiah: yes
Luna: Do you want a brother or a sister? Or a puppy?
Kiah: which one do you think I should pick?
Luna: I don't know which one you want.
Kiah: I don't know, this is hard.
Luna: go ask your dad.
        (I mean, I shouldn't be the only one to enjoy these funny little conversations)
       Kiah comes back.
Kiah: in her best pouty voice He said a brother..... or a sister.  I really wanted a puppy.

Drug Allergies

Quite some time ago a house a few blocks from us blew-up.  Some people (grown children of the home owner) were trying to cook some meth and, well, they did it wrong and ka-boom!  I actually remember hearing... but it wasn't too loud because it is a little ways away.  It really is a sad story.

Anyway, the house still sits in burnt shambles.  Every once in awhile we drive past it.  The other day Kiah asked what had happened to the house.  I began to explain that some people addicted to drugs made some bad choices and caused an explosion.  I was trying my best to explain what it means to be addicted to drugs but keep it simple and age appropriate.  She seemed to understand and was satisfied with my answer.

About 5 minutes later Kiah asked, "how are they allergic to rugs?"  It took me a minute to figure out what she was talking about.  Apparently addicted to drugs was not a term in her lexicon.  Her little search engine, just like Google, apparently asked "did you mean: allergic to rugs"