So, Shea made her plan. It goes something like this:

Mom, when I’m older and bigger I am going to have a baby and I am going to have to go to the hospital to get it out.

Oh, wow.

But maybe I won’t have to go to the hospital.

How will you get the baby out?

Oh, it will just pop out. I will name her Arosa. Or maybe bunny rabbit. Are those good names?

I like Arosa…