A few days ago, just after S had put A to bed, I pulled M and J onto my lap, M on my left, and J on my right, to read them their bedtime stories. As I do every so often, I asked them if they knew why I liked to hold them like that, with M on my left and J on my right. For the first time, J responded that he remembered why, that it was because that was the way Daddy got to hold M and J for the first time on the day that Mommy and Daddy got them. I really want them to know how much those little things mean to me, and how much getting them in our lives meant to us, so it made me quite happy that he was starting to learn the story.
Then we began to talk about how much bigger they were getting, and how one day they'd be grown up. I asked if they knew what might happen when they were all grown up, to which M asked, "We can drink from a glass?"
After I finished laughing, I explained that they might become daddies, too, and have little boys (correction: big boys) to hold and read bedtime stories to. We talked about how Daddy and Mommy started off as babies, then became kids, then teenagers, and then grown-ups. This concept seemed rather amazing to them, as they had little to say but their eyes were wide open.
Then, they snuggled in, and we read our stories.
