Last summer my daughter and I were working together out in the garden when we had this conversation:
Kelly: Mom, when I grow up I’m going to have four kids, two boys and two girls.
Me: Neat. Can I babysit sometimes?
Kelly: Yep. You can come visit me too.
Me: I would love that. Where will you live?
Kelly: I’m going to live here (indicating our house), but you’ll have to move because it would be weird for you to live with me and my husband.