I have loved this little monster since the minuteI knew he existed...but that's not long enough for him, evidently.
Lately Joey has been asking lots of questions about "where he was" during different momentous occasions. He has asked a couple of times "Was I at your wedding?" When I tell him no he gets upset and says "Why not? Was Ben there?" When I tell him that he wasn't even alive yet he gets very confused. So yesterday we had a conversation through my rearview mirror (always a conduit for our best talks) during which we had the following discussion:
Joey: "Hey mommy, were you always my mommy?"
Me: "Yes baby, I have always been your mommy."
Joey: "Well, when you were a little girl were you my mommy?"
Me: "Well. No. When I was a little girl I wasn't a mommy."
Joey (in a paniced voice): "Well then who was my mommy?!"
Me: "Well, sweetheart. You weren't alive yet so you didn't have a mommy."
Joey (in a loud, squeaky voice): "I was DEAD?!?"
Oh gesh. I don't even know how to answer this kids questions anymore. He gives me a headache.
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