Everyone is safe and home and in bed, or in that “here, Mom, let me get up 19 times out of bed even though you just tucked me in so that we may discuss the state of my toenails” phase of the evening. It’s good in the irritating normalcy of it all. No one needed medical care today. No one needed stitches. And I was SO enjoying this that I took the kids on a couple of errands and out to dinner.
Caden-7yr had just finished a highly entertaining and ill-informed discussion about NASCAR with Ethan-10yr when he turned to me and asked, “Mom, are you cold-blooded?”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re always cold. The rest of us are warm blooded mammals. I am wondering if you are something different, because you’re just so COLD all the time.”
I leaned across the table and gave him a pretend dirty stare and asked him if he’d just asked his mama if she were coldblooded like a snake.
He grinned and said, “Yes, ma’am!” Then he stopped grinning and said, seriously, “So. Are ya?”
“NO.”
He shrugged and said, “Well, something’s different about ya, and I thought that was a good guess.”
And it would have been even better, if I were just slightly reptilian. But whatever.
I love you.
6:47 pm
I just love this. So logical. And kinda insulting. But not intentionally. He’s right – you ARE cold a lot more than they are!