seems like whenever we are running late to get out the door, the Kid comes up w/ a decent question. i usually indulge her.
Kid: mommy, [so and so] told me she was born in the mouse year.
Me: that would be her chinese zodiac.
Kid: what’s chinese zodiac?
Me: let me show you.
here are our results:
Kid was born in the year of the horse:
i was born in the year of the monkey (but i already knew that):
and the Guy was born in the year of the [rat] mouse:
what is your chinese zodiac?
