Someone save me

I think if anyone had really told me what having four children entailed, I would have given up before I started. I remember specifically praying that time would hurry up and my first three kids would be 12, 10 and 8. At that time, they were 4,2 and under 6 months. My prayer was not answered, but time did go quickly and I have learned one major thing. Little children, little problems. Big children, big problems. Cherish the poopy diaper and the mess in the kitchen. Sooner than you know, it will be menstrual cramps broken bones. My children who are now 12,10,8 and 4 have a lot more to say than I do most of the time. What they have to say is not always intelligent or always kind, but you can't pay for that kind of entertainment. Hollywood can't make up this kind of "real life" stuff. My dear little Paige who is 4 and is really pretty sheltered from the world I guess, was talking with her great Aunt at the Family Reunion last weekend. Auntie M, we will call her proceeded to light her cigarette. Paige asked her dear Auntie M what she had in her mouth. She sheepishly told her it was yucky and dirty, but didn't give her the answer she was looking for. Paige's curiosity was not curtailed so she asked her Grammy Clara if she was lighting a candle! I don't know if Paige really got her answer, but I am not heartbroken my sweet girl doesn't know what a cigarette is. I want to celebrate that my kids still have some innocence. They will be inducted to this world at some point, but for now, I want to keep this little cocoon that we are in even if the ones I share it with drive me crazy.