Ethan, in all his four year old wisdom, came to me yesterday and said, “I’d like to move back to my old house.”
I kneeled in front of him and asked, “What’s going on buddy?”
He shrugged his shoulders then and said, “I just wanna go back and live there.”
I pulled him to me and gave him a tight squeeze. Then I let go and stood up. “Well, little man, your ‘last house’ was my uterus and I don’t see that happening. Have a nice day.”
Thinking this was the end, I started walking towards the kitchen. I could hear his little feet pounding the hard wood floors behind me. “Mommy!”
I stopped and turned to face him. He held up his arms for me to pick him up. I did and he squeezed me around the neck, so tightly, like he does so many times throughout the day. He pulled back, looked in my eyes then and said, “Harley said you had a baby in your tummy that died.”
I made a sad face and said, “Harley’s right. I did have a baby in my tummy that died. But I’m OK, because I have YOU.”
“Where’s the baby now?”
“In heaven,” I said.
“Oh,” he said thoughtfully. And then. “Was it black?”
Across the room, a very white Tommy choked on his coffee.
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I just choked on MY coffee.
What a sweet little man.
About a year ago my red headed, freckle-faced oldest who takes after me decided that what our family needs is a baby with a brown face.
Like Tommy, I sputtered on my coffee and told him he'd have to ask his dad about that.
so..was it?
Our daughter is black. We have started telling people who get a little too nosy that she is not adopted…
Ha! Well that was a bit awkward huh? LOL!
black babies. When I was 3, and living in upper michigan where the only other 'color' of people were native americans, I had black baby doll. 1? wonder where my mom got it. 2? I loved that doll's nappy hair. No lie. I'm not at all trying to be racist, the doll had a fro – and her hair was so very different from mine I loved it.
anyway.
I'm close to boston. Just sayin' Where in boston is it?? I'm tempted. Oh so tempted. If only I had a husband who didn't travel so GD much.
That's so funny. Kids definitely say the darndest things.
Awww, damn I love the innocence of children.
Hilarious.
Well, I guess you'll never know.
Oh my goodness…and after your last post this one actually makes sense. Or does it?
That's excatley was I needed to hear right now, you just made my 3rd shift soooo much more bearable!