Usually when we get in the car to go someplace, India sits in the back of the van, & fires off her daily barrage of questions. She usually has some good ones.
For some reason, she always asks me about shows I watched when I was little, & if they were in black & white. I tell her they were in color, but she never seems convinced. I'm pretty sure she thinks I was young when cavemen roamed the earth.
Today, on the way to the store she said, "Mama, was broccoli alive when you were little?" Pretty cute. I think she is picturing me as a little girl, living in a colorless, vegetable-less world