Tuesday, July 03, 2007

That Twinkle in My Eye

The Scene: Me folding beach towels at the dryer, Samuel standing near by chatting with me.

Me: I hate this towel (referring to this ugly-ass Aztecy towel from like 1989).

Sam: Why?

Me: I don't know, it is just so old it reminds me of like the 1980s.

Sam: When I was in your tummy?

Me: Oh, no...you were just a twinkle in my eye. I didn't even know daddy then.

Sam: And then I was in your tummy?

Me: Yes, much later.

Sam: What will you name another baby?

Me: There are not going to be any more babies, mommy and daddy decided that. But, the next one would probably have been named David, Brett, or if it was a girl, Elizabeth Jean. That was always my girl name...after Grandma Weaver.

Sam: There is going to be another baby.

Me: No, there isn't sweets, mommy and daddy are happy with these kids.

Sam: Yes there is, I can see it.

Me: See what?

Sam: The twinkle in your eye.

....do I really need to say anything here?!?!


Anne said...

omg, how sweet is that. I love it.

Amanda Sue said...

ha! we have an old aztecy beach towel too!

perceptive, that he can see that twinkle :)