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A conversation held between the two of us in the backyard, laying on a blanket, eating peach ice cream out of cones (and I am not pregnant):
Me - Do you think we will still be doing this same thing in ten years?
Tessa - yes
Me - Do you think you will have brother or a sister someday?
Tessa - yes
Me - okay... well, how many sisters will you have?
Tessa - One, Two, Three
Me - Wow, three sisters. Daddy is in trouble. How many brothers?
Tessa - One
The End
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