We were parking in front of Jeffrey's apartment complex, getting the girls out of the car. there is a big power plant of some kind in the distance with a smoke stack billowing with steam...
Claire: "Wow look at that, are those big clouds Daddy? Coming out of there?"
Ross: "No those aren't clouds, that's steam"
Claire: "Oh. They must make a lot of pasta"
Without a flinch Claire moved on to the next topic. Meanwhile Ross and I were just cracking up- marveling at this little person who questions everything, yet doesn't question enough.
Love.
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