Preschooler: Mommy, I’m not going to get married, you know.
Me: Why not?
Preschooler: Because I don’t want to leave you and Daddy. Ever.
Such sweet sentiments. Too bad she won’t believe she ever uttered these words when and if (a mom can hope) she’s one day consumed by boy craziness. Or when she decides to tie the knot with a Kalamata olive. Shortly after this conversation, she announced after stealing a few Kalamata olives from my Greek salad that she loved olives and might marry one someday.
Jordan swears he’s living at home forever, too!
My five year old Madeleine says the same thing!
Then one week she was on a “what happens to us if you die” kick. Evidently, my answers for that weren’t enough, because then it was, “what if both you and Daddy die,” then, “what if you and Daddy and Grandpa and Grandma and (so on and so on) die?” I told her then she’d probably go to live with one of my friends. She thought about that for a second and said, “I want to go live at Maria’s house.”
Sorry for rambling. :)