Kids say the darnedest things

Over Christmas, we visited Ingrid's friend Katie, and her 7-y.o. daughter Samantha, the one who visited NYC a few months ago and already knows taxis are preferable to the subway, and that Chinatown offers good deals on fake logo bags.

At this visit, Katie told Sammie that we were pregnant, and Katie got us a copy of What to Expect When You're Expecting. So sweet! We weren't sure if Sammie would be confused at all about our lesbian pregnancy, but the convo went like this:

Sam: Ingrid are YOU gonna have a baby too?
Ingrid: No, I'm gonna support Liz and take care of the baby once it's born.
Sam: You'll be kind of like the Daddy then.
Ingrid: Well, kinda, yeah.
Sam: What will the baby call you?
Ingrid: I'm not sure; that's a question we're still thinking about.
Sam: (Thinking for a few minutes) Hmm. You're going to be a Mom, but kinda like a Dad. How about if the baby calls Liz 'MomMom,' and you, 'DaMa?'
Ingrid: Brilliant! Perfect!

Sometimes kids sort of inherently understand the essence of things. Thanks, Sam!