Ella: Can I have a baby?
Me: Oh, like a baby doll?
Ella: No, a baby like Mattie. To have in my own house.
Me: Sure, when you get bigger.
Ella: Okay, I want an Ella too.
Me: I bet that one day when you're bigger you'll have a little girl just like you. And like Mattie too. But first, you'll get married.
Ella: Married?! I don't want to get married.
Me: (Panicking and trying to formulate a response appropriate for her age.)
Ella: What comes after married?
Me: (Panicking even more.)
Ella: I know! Christmas!
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