Crazy Conversations {Talking with a 3 year old}

The girls and I were laying on Grace's bed, enjoying our morning snuggle, when Grace announces, "I'm not your girl anymore."
Me: "You're not?"
G: "No, I got married."
M: "Oh, what's your husband's name?"
G: "Doodie."
M: "Doodie?"
G: "Yeah, Doodie."  (Head to the side, shaking head, lips knowingly pursed.)
M: "Oh.  Do you have children?"
G: (Sighing) "Yeah, we have....(counting on fingers)1...2...3. We have 3."
M:  "How many boys and girls do you have?"
G: "We have (counting on fingers again) 1...2...3...4. Four boys."      
M: "What's their names?"
G: "Ummm...Galek, Doodit, and (I can't remember).
M:  "And how many girls?"
G:  "Uhhh...(blank stare, looks at fingers, and starts counting)...1...2...3. Three girls."

Apparently feeling a little unsure about her numbers and this whole offspring topic, Grace changes lanes.
G: "I don't see my husband much.  He works alot."
M: "Really?  Where does he work?"
G: (Thinks really hard, looks up to the right) "Ummm...he just works...he works at college."  (Gestures behind her with her thumb.  Apparently, college is somewhere back there.)
M: "What does he do at the college? Is he a professor? Does he clean buildings? What does he do?"
G:  "No, he doesn't do that.  He doesn't do anything. He just works."
M: "Oh, okay."

Grace: "Oh, there he is. There's Doodie."  (Points to the open bedroom door.) "Hey, Doodie!"
G: "Say 'Hi' to Doodie, mom."
M: "Hi Doodie!"
G: (Stands in front of me, pretending to hold Doodie's hand) "That's our house right there." (Gestures to the closet.)
G: "One of our boys is lost."
M: (Showing mild alarm) "You better go find him!"
G:  "Naw, he's fine.  He's just lost in the grass.  He's mowing.  He's 16."
M: "Oh, your children are older."
G: (Resignedly) "Yeah."

The END.