ham

this morning, the girls and i were in their room and big sister started asking questions about the letters on the wall that spell out each of their names.

big sister: "who made our names?"

me: "popo did.  i traced the letters onto wood and he cut them out."

big sister:  "did he cut them with a sword?"

me: "no, he used a saw."  then i pretended to use a jigsaw in the air.  "he made them right when you were just born," i said to little sister.  she smiled.

big sister: "mommy, remember when she was little, i was bigger."

little sister kinda frowned at that, got to thinking, and then quickly told big sister: "and when you were little, you had curly hair!" - and she made curly-cue motions around her own head.

big sister: "but now my hair is looonnnng!"

little sister: " and mine is short, but it's getting longer..."

big sister: "and i eat lots of ham, so mine is long."

me: "ham??? did popo tell you eating ham will make your hair grow long?"

i only ask because my father also told them that chocolate milk comes from bulls.  so it was possible he also said this about ham.

big sister: "no, gina said that." 

her tone is very matter of fact with no reason to think that what she was saying was not the truth.  only then did i recall this topic coming up during our attempts to get little sister to eat her christmas dinner.  i suppose there are worse things to hear and repeat, like where chocolate milk comes from.  so i just sighed to myself and let it go.