Today my family tried to enjoy a movie together.  'Speed Racer' was apparently just a bit over my older daughter's head, because she was talking constantly.  At first she was asking a thousand questions about the movie itself, but little by little it became more and more random until we got to the gem of the day:
    
"Mommy, when you hiccup, does it come from your uterus?"
    
    The look on my husband's face was priceless, I tell you.  I forgot that he was not armed with the knowledge that she and I had recently had a perfectly innocent conversation about where babies live in their mommies before they come out into the world.  He just heard the word 'uterus' and panicked that he was going to have to participate in a talk about the birds and the bees two weeks before her 4th birthday.  I simply told her that it was spasms from her diaphragm, not her uterus, that caused hiccups.  After a pensive moment, she seemed satisfied with my answer.  That was the end of the conversation.  I even managed not to laugh!

    A short side story:  My husband discovered the reason for my 17-month-olds one-armed dance.  We used to call it the chicken wing, but then it evolved into a sort of fist pump, followed by something that I can only describe as a Wayans-esque "Two snaps up!" from "In Living Color".  This morning E and the girls were having a dance party (a usual Saturday morning event), when E had a light bulb moment.  "I got it!  Look!"  He was holding her with one arm and holding her hand with the other to 'lead' her, moving her hand back and forth to the beat!  So that's the origin of the chicken wing.  Partner dancing without a partner.  I love it.

    Was I this funny when I was a kid?