Friday, June 22, 2012

Plans for the future

In the wee hours, my son is a squatter in our bed. This morning, he shook me awake.

"What?" I mumbled.

"I'm just letting you know that I'm going to snuggle now," he said.

Hmmm, it's an odd brand of snuggling that comes with a warning.

After we got up he proceeded to tell me how he was going to be a grandpa someday and he wouldn't have any hair, just like Nonno and Papa, but before that, he would get to be Daddy.  And then Daddy would move up the ranks, so to speak, and be the grandpa.
"How many kids are you going to have?" I asked.
"Two."
"Ah. Boys or girls or one of each?"
"Two girls."
"Names?"
"Cora and Anna! Cuz, you know, our Cora is getting too old. She's up to your chin now."
"Yeah, I know."
"But don't worry, Mom, your brain is bigger."
"It is?"
"Well, not really bigger, but it's a lot straighter."

?????idunnoeither????



3 comments:

  1. Straighter still sounds like it was supposed to be a compliment. Hang on to that for the years when he doesn't think your brain is 'straighter'. Should hit at what, age 13?

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