Friday, November 2, 2007

Well at Least That's Sorted

Last night as I was getting the little people to bed, Mini-Husband started asking some rather in depth questions about families, life, and death. Super mom that I am, I dealt with all of the questions with aplomb. Feeling ever so smug with myself and the narrow margin between bedtime discussions and philosophy/religion avoided, I kissed the beautiful boy goodnight.

"Mom, where would we go live if you and Dad were to die right now?"

Dang. Didn't quite escape as cleanly as I had hoped!

"Well, you would probably go and live with your aunts and cousins in the Unites States. Wouldn't that be fun having all those other kids around you?"

Mini-Husband thought about that for a second and then added, "But we could always go and live with Grandma and Granddad in England too, you know."

"Yes," I said, "but I think dealing with the three of you might be a bit much for Grandma and Granddad at this point."

Mini-Husband pondered this again for a second. He looked at me with those fabulous brown eyes, smiled and said, "Yeah, The Princess really can be such a piece of work!"


Kelly said...

Out of the mouths of babes... I can just hear his little voice saying that. Good job Mom, by the way, of dodging the bullet.

This time.

Dig said...

LOL! So true. I can only talk myself around and out of those conversations for a little while longer. Eeks!!!

Kitty said...
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Kitty said...

Just want the Princess to know that when she is close she can always visit Kitty (and so could her brothers.) I am an "equal opportunity" grandmother