I got a call last weekend while I was with Brad in Carlsbad painting the trim in our house. [About that house: it's old, not new, we've owned it two years, lived in it for one, we're selling it, and I'm sad about it. Hmph.]
It was my little sister Karlee. She started, "Elise, you'll never guess what Grace and Claire were playing a minute ago."
It's true. I never would have guessed.
I'll spare you the details.
It involved a blanket, a baby doll, and Grace coaching, "Okay, Claire! Give birth! Give birth!"
I. am. in. trouble.