In the checkout line

TWO and I were ramming around the local Trader Joe’s, and she was informing me of all sorts of things she has recently learned and desires:

Don’t you know that…
and
I want 50 hundred million candies.
and
A fart is coming down!! (as she plugged her nose)

But all of that was in the safe anonymity of the grocery store aisles – we’re more or less alone.
She waited for the checkout line for her nightly-random;

I like talking cat – meow.
You do?
Yep – rawwwwr.
What do cat’s talk about?
Cat food and fish – Meeewuuwww.
ohhhhhhh 🙂

This is where the checker acknowledges that she is coming up with some funny stuff and chuckles.

And Daddy?
Yes?
Don’t you know that girl cats get pregnant before you know it?

That is where the checker, and I, completely lose our collective composure.