Basil usually gets a treat after lunch, something small but tasty. He has a sweet tooth like I do, which I probably shouldn’t indulge. I know all the facts about processed sugar, etc. etc. but hey, a tootsie roll a day isn’t going to give him diabetes is it?
So yesterday he remembered that there was a bag of cookies in the bread basket, so he asked for one of those. I said sure and told him that daddy had made them. This is the dialogue that ensued.
b: Did Daddy really make these?
me: Yep, the other night while you were sleeping.
b: (Silence due to gleeful chewing.)
me: Sometimes after you and J go to bed, we have special time and watch a movie and make cookies or have treats.
b: (Coupled with a sincerely sad look) But I want a special time too.
me: (Trying to think of what to say)
b: (With renewed hope) Hey Mommy, maybe when I grow up into a man and I marry a woman, we can have a special time too. But we’ll name our boy Timothy and the girl will be “Campanula“…and they’ll sleep and sleep and we’ll eat all the cookies.
I thought it was sweet…but Campanula? Man. Just had to publish that one for posterity’s sake.