I had just clicked ‘send’ on the laptop when my little man, deep in thought, dragged his feet into the room. From experience, I knew that I could not have timed the completion of my job better – this was going be a long chat. Or a really short one, depending on how ‘child-friendly’ his thoughts were.
Leaning on my knee and rocking a little, he slowly started.
“Ma, I am a little worried about when I grow up”.
“Why’s that, sweetheart?”
He had started fiddling with his fingers.
“mmm... because when I grow up, I’ll have a wife...”
Of course, I am glad to know that. But any opening like this is best served with stoic silence, for the climax comes soon enough.
“...and she will have a baby one day...”
The wheels in my head were turning at 11,000 RPM. I had to be ready with either the right answer to satisfy him or the perfect evasive tactic so we would both be satisfied.
“... and then she’ll spend all her time with the baby and I’ll be all alone!”
My head p…