The other day I had the following conversation with the Boy as he was sitting on my lap cuddling before bed:
Mama what’s in that box?
It’s Sister’s christening outfit, you have one too.
Oh… what’s christening?
Long explanation here, which I won’t relay cause frankly I can’t remember anything other than the fact that we seem to be stuck on religion lately and I ended with: then there’s your first communion and your confirmation if you decide to do it and then you can get married and these are the sacraments (yes, I decided to leave the last sacrament out of the conversation with a four-year old).
Yes one day when you’re old like daddy you could fall in love and decide to get married (notice what I did there?)
Okay, well, I’m going to marry sister.
Oh, baby, you can’t marry your sister.
Why not? (indignantly)
Because you can’t. (please don’t make me explain this!)
Okay, then I’ll marry you, Mama.
I’ll marry you, Mama…. How many little boys have said this in all innocence to their mothers, and how many of them have actually ended up marrying their mothers?
Oh, don’t be gross! Of course I meant women who were very similar to their mothers! I’m thinking just as many as girls who realized well into their marriages that they have, indeed, married their fathers. Life is a cliché sometimes, isn’t it? And yet my heart melted just a little bit at those words because for now, for just a short time, I’m still the center of his universe (after Sister, of course).
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