My six-year-old niece has become quite the little interrogator in the three months since I had seen her last.
Niece: Are you and H going to sleep in the same bed?
Me: Because we're married.
Niece: Did you sleep in the same bed before you were married?
Me: So I heard you got a new guinea pig?
Niece: Did you sleep together before you got married?
Me: What is the guinea pig's name? Can I see him?
Later, I taught my 11-year-old niece how to knit, using some extra yarn and a set of needles I wasn't using. It was fun, and she learned really quickly. It was especially cool because I knew that her grandma (H's mom) was giving her knitting needles, yarn, and a how-to book for Christmas. She was so excited when she opened up the gift and saw all the yarn. She already had about half a scarf made when we left this afternoon. But anyway, as I was teaching the 11-year-old to knit, the six-year-old found me again.
Niece: You cried at your wedding.
Me: Yes, I did.
Niece: I saw you.
Me: I know. You were the flower girl.
Niece: When are you going to have babies?
Then the niece went off to ask my sister-in-law why she doesn't have a boyfriend.