A couple days ago, Big Brother and I are in the car on a special “Mom & me” outing. I love these time and so does he. Just time spent away from the rugrat brother, with my undivided attention.
From the backseat of the car, he surprised me with this one:
“Hey, Mom?” As I’ve said before, he always waits for me to reply no matter what our proximity to each other.
“Yes?”
“How come you don’t love Daddy as much as you used to?”
What? Did he really just say that? I must have it wrong.
“What was that you just asked, sweetie?”
“You and Daddy? Why don’t you love each other like you did when you had me and Little Brother?”
What in the world?
“But, we do, honey. We love each other as much as we always have. Why would you think that?”
“Well, you told me that babies come from when two people love each other very much…”
“Yes.”
“And, then, you also told me that you and Daddy are done having babies.”
“Uh…huh.”
“So, you must not love each other very much anymore. Right?”
Logical little sucker, isn’t he?
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