So, lately, Turkey Butt and I have had some really interesting conversations. We talk about death and dying on a daily basis. I try to reassure him that I plan on being here a long time and it will be ok when it is time for me to go. He's promised me that he's going to live with me forever (suuuuuure ya will). We talk a lot about babies. We waited a looooong time to have Sweet Pea after he was born. He thinks that we had a baby because he wanted us to. That's fine if he wants to believe that. I tell him regularly that there will be no more babies for Mommy and Daddy Dearest. Now, he wants to know what will happen if Sweet Pea asks for a baby when she gets older. I have told him several time that we are not having any more babies ever. He still believes that if Sweet Pea asks, we should oblige...not!
Somewhere, Turkey Butt swears that he saw (on TV or a movie) someone cooking a chicken and a cat. I have NO IDEA where this came from, but now, on a daily basis, he asks me if people eat cats. I tell him, I don't think so, cats would probably not be very tasty. Poor kiddo is worried sick about his kitty. Today, the same conversation starts again...
"Mommy, are you SURE people don't eat kitties"
Me: "Honey, I don't know anyone that eats cats"
TB: "What if someone came to our house and asked if we had a kitty to eat?"
Me: "Honey, I would NEVER let anyone eat your kitty, I promise!"
TB: "Would you call 911 if they tried to eat our kitty?"
Me: "Yes baby, I promise I would."
Where is this coming from?
Monday, July 28, 2008
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