Josiah: "I would like to live in a different house. Not with you."
Me: "Oh? You don't want to live with me anymore? Do you wish you could do whatever you want without Mommy telling you what to do?"
Josiah: "Yes."
Me: "Well, if you lived in your own house, who would cook for you?"
Josiah: "I could make peanut butter sandwiches all the time."
Me: "Who would clean for you?" [Josiah isn't quite big enough to use the vacuum cleaner yet.]
Josiah: "I could use the carpet sweeper."
Me: "Living by yourself is expensive. Who would pay your bills?"
Josiah: "I could sell some stuff."
Later that week we had the following conversation in the car. I have no idea why he was thinking about this.
Josiah: "Wouldn't it be funny if kids got married?"
Me: "Yes, that would be interesting."
Josiah: "We could have babies. I'm glad I don't have to get hurt."
Me: "What do you mean?"
Josiah: "I'm glad I don't have to get hurt having a baby. I'm glad I'm a boy. I won't even eat an egg."
I wasn't quite ready to tackle that subject, so I just smiled and changed the topic.
2 comments:
I hear you on "that topic." We seem to be re-visiting it here at the llama household.
Recently, one of the boys asked, "Okay, so B. came through that tunnel, right? But how did he get in there in the first place?"
I am so not ready to go there!
Yes, this comes up from time to time. Some days I am more willing to explain things a little, but Josiah is the stage where he talks about *everything.* If I say something to him, it better be something he can tell his teacher at school without getting in trouble and without embarrassing me!
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