Earlier this morning…

Carson: “Hey mama. When you go to Africa to get Wyatt, we will have three babies.”

Me: “That’s right, Carson. That’s good counting!”

Carson: “That’s a lot of babies.”

…silence…

Carson: “Hey mama?”

Me: “Yeah bud?”

Carson: “Me have two hands and ten fingers. I think we need ten babies.”

Me (trying not to die laughing): “Carson, mommy is going to be very busy with three babies. I don’t think I can handle ten!”

Carson: “Uh huh! Yes you can, mama! Because you’re a good cook!”