Three: Next time we have pancakes, Mommy, you make my pancake in the shape of a ninja. Okay?
Mommy: Wow. A ninja? How about I do a ninja sword? A ninja is really hard to do.
Three: You can’t do a ninja?
Seven: She can’t do a ninja. Only professionals can do ninjas.
Seven: I love Mommy, but I like Papà a little bit more.
Three: Yeah. I love Mommy too.
Seven: But I like Papà more.
Three takes a peek at me to see if I am listening. I pretend not to be.
Three: Yeah, I like Papà more too.
Three: Mommy, how ninjas are made?
Mommy: Ninjas are people who have special training.
Three: How people are made?
Mommy: They grow from babies in their mommy’s tummy.
Three: But where the mommy come from?
Mommy: First the mommy is a baby too, and then she grows up into a mommy.
Three: I never going to grow up.
Mommy: You don’t want to grow up?
Three: YES! I want to grow up! But it never happen. Seven always bigger than me!