Me: Wow, Emmie. I can't believe you are turning eight this week. You're getting so grown up.
Em: Do you remember when you were eight?
Me: Yep. I remember my friends and my teacher and even the cute boy who sat next to me.
Em: It was Dad, huh?
Me: No, I didn't know Dad back then. This boy's name was John.
Em: Oh! I know! John the Baptist, right?!
Motherhood moments like these are a study in conflicting emotions: pride that my daughter knows important Biblical characters, shock that she thinks I was actually hanging out with them.