Small Fry bounced into my room, where I've been resting most of the afternoon following the bear of a headache that I had last night.
"Mommy, guess what? Tomorrow, Ariel is going to have her babies!"
I smiled. "Really? How many babies?"
"That's a lot of babies!"
"Yeah. And guess what today is?"
"Ariel's birthday! Large Fry and I are gonna have a party."
"Ackshully, she's only going to have fihteen babies."
"No, Mommy. Fifteen."
"That's still a lot of babies."
"Yeah." Small nodded, wide eyed.
"Is she going to have them all at at once?" I asked as Small skipped for the door.
"No," she tossed over her shoulder. "She's gonna have them in a row."