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?!?!
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2 comments:
omg, how sweet is that. I love it.
ha! we have an old aztecy beach towel too!
perceptive, that he can see that twinkle :)
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