Here’s how the conversation went on the way back from dropping off Joey at soccer. It was just Lexi, my 8-year-old, and me.
Lexi: “Mom, can I get extensions for my hair? My friend at school has extensions and they are so cool.”
Me: “Well, I don’t know.”
Lexi: “Do you know how to do extensions?”
Me: “No, I’ve never learned how to do extensions. It looks pretty hard, it must take a lot of practice.”
Lexi: (changing subjects) “Did you name me after a store?”
Me: “A store?” (trying to think of any stores named “Lexi”)
Lexi: “Yeah, I saw a store once called ‘Lexi’s Nails'”
Me: “No, you were not named after ‘Lexi’s Nails’, Lexi was a just a name me and your Dad really liked.”
Lexi: (changing subjects again) “Did you know you can’t make pig noises with your mouth closed? Try it. You have to have your mouth open to make pig noises.”
Me: …C’mon what do you say to that? “No, I did not know that.” I said, smiled and looked in the rear view mirror wondering where life is going to bring this inquisitive girl of mine.