The other day while driving to my mothers house to abandon my children, Lily told me she'd have a baby some day.
Me: I hope so, kids are kinda neat.
Lily: But where will you guys live?
Lily: When I have my baby, what house will you live in?
Me: Because you'll be living with your baby at our house?
Mark: Maybe that's why so many retires get motor homes and start traveling; they got kicked out by their children!
Me: Makes sense. Hey Lil, are you going to have a boy or a girl?
Lily: OH, a girl. Yep.
Me: What will you name her?
Lily: Um, Sara.
Me: Will you have one baby, or more?
Me: And will the second one be a boy or a girl?
Me: What will her name be?
Me: Two girls named Sara?
Me: Won't that get confusing?
From there we went on to discuss if she'd marry a Daddy (any adult male is a "Daddy") or a Mommy (similarly, any adult woman is called a "Mommy") and she made it very clear she digs Daddies. So in about 20 years, I'll be looking for a place to live. Lily, her "Daddy" and her two daughters named Sara are so going to kick us out.