My youngest, DS#2, has always been more interested in family dynamics, marriage, children etc. than either of my other children. He loves babies and has a curiosity about smaller children I've never seen with my older two. He often [READ: frequently obsesses] about his family when he grows up….who he will marry, how many children he will have (12 currently), where they will live (Canada), and so on and so forth. I find this fascinating since we have never been the type of parents to encourage our children in that area. We have never been one of those families that asked about boy/girlfriends to our young children. But, DS#2 seems to be completely in tuned to the future need of such.
So, after swimming lessons last night DS#2 and I headed over to Longstreet http://www.longstreetcafe.com/main.asp for dinner, (his choice), and over a fried chicken leg and mac&cheese he notices a lady with her family who was most certainly ready to have a baby right then and there. The sight of that just opened the flood gates. DS#2 started out by being a bit concerned for her safety as one of her small sons tried to climb into her nonexistent lap, so I explained that when a baby is in a Mommy’s tummy that it is protected and it was highly unlikely that the little boy could hurt her or the baby in her tummy. I also pointed out that since the baby was so big in there that the Mommy’s tummy was pretty hard and not soft like normal tummies (guess you can tell we aren’t big into rock hard abs around here!). There was a gleam in DS#2’s eyes and I almost feared he was going to bolt over to have a feel himself…but, miracles do happen, and he stayed seated.
This observation of family brought out the saddened expression and heartfelt question, “What if I have to marry Hannah when I grow up?” (Hannah is a sweet – but strong willed - little girl who has proclaimed, to anyone who will listen that she is, indeed, going to marry DS#2). I wasn’t sure what to say other than to assure DS#2 he didn’t have to marry anyone he didn’t want to. DS#2 seemed somewhat relieved, though possibly not thoroughly convinced. The wheels in his mind were still buzzing so, even though it was against my nature I asked, “What kind of girl do you want to marry?” to which he quickly replied, “Not a Sassy Girl!”
Never say he doesn’t know his own mind….Sassy Girls Need Not Apply!