Last night as I was tucking my boys into bed this conversation took place:
Two year old: Mommy, (grabbing my face and squishing my cheeks between his two little hands) you’re my BEEEEEEST Fwend. And my Daddy…. he’s my best fwend too.
Me: Awww… you are so sweet.
Two year old: Yes, I AM sweet amn’t I?
Four year old (from up in the top bunk): Mommy, when I grow up I want to be your wife.
Me (chuckling): Well, honey, you can’t be a wife because you are a boy… Do you mean, you want to marry me?
Four year old: Yes, that’s what I mean.
Me: Well, that’s very sweet of you but you know what? I’m already married to Daddy.
Four year old: Yeah, but I mean after he dies.
(Gee… I’m so glad you have all of this all planned out!… At least I know I’ll be well taken care of if I’m ever a widow.)