Mom Is A Pear-ant

(My sons and I are getting into the car after eating lunch. They are both talking to me and asking me questions as well as asking me to do things. I’m a little frustrated and begin to expand on this…)

Me: “Do you know that I’m only one person?”

Eight-Year-Old: “Yes, Mom. But we—“

Me: “Do you know moms don’t come in pairs because we would be too dangerous?”

(My four-year-old wastes no time in responding…)

Four-Year-Old: “Mom, if you came in pears you would be very dangerous because people would eat you!”

(Cue giggling and my no longer being frustrated — and a spelling lesson!)