Conversations

1.

Sadie: Mom, are you a princess?
Me: No.
Sadie: Oh, are you just an owdinawy mom?
Me: Yes.
Sadie: (With utmost sympathy) I'm sowwy.

2.

Me: Nobody loves me. Nobody cares. I'm all alone in the world and I'll probably die soon.
(This is my standard thing that I say to Dan when I want what I call "love and support" but what translates to "undivided attention." If I have any male readers, I will now give you a moment to celebrate the fact that you're not married to me.)
Dan: (standard response) Oh, honey, I love you.
Me: Am I PMS-ing?
Dan: (standard response) No, no.
Me: Because I feel like I just *had* PMS.
Dan: Me too, dear. Me too.

3.

I was talking to Benny about priorities and how the amount of time we spend in the day doing something can be an indicator for how important it is in our lives, even though we may not realize it. So I asked him, what was the most important thing to him, and he said, "It's my family, mother. Spending time with you and Sadie and Dad. That's all I really care about." I had intended to turn this into a lesson about how reading a book does more for your brain than playing Lego Star Wars on the Playstation, but after that completely heartfelt and earnest response, delivered with this beautiful face of openness and urgency, I didn't have the heart. I told him I felt the same way. What eight-year-old boy says something like that!!! This child has no relationship with sarcasm. None. He is the most un-cynical person I know.