Ethan-13yr came home from school early with a fever and I took off work to stay with him. At his request. (How sweet is that?)
In the car on the way home, Caden-9yr and Seth-8yr noticed that their older brother was not there and questioned me until learning he had gone home ill.
“Did he throw up?” Caden-9yr wanted to know.
Before I could say ‘no,’ Seth-8yr said, “YOU ASKED A WOMAN THAT?!”
Caden-9yr said, “Yes. Yes I did ask a woman that.”
Seth-8yr, “I can’t believe you did that.”
Caden-9yr, “There is nothing wrong with asking your mother if your brother VOMITED. Nothing wrong at all with that.” He enunciated ‘vomited’ and dragged it out so it was like “VAAAAAWWWW-mitt-ed.
Seth-8yr, “Oh. Okay.”
Caden-9yr, “I think you were confused. You never ask a woman how much she weighs, how old she is, or if she’s pregnant. But you CAN ask your mom about your brother.”
Seth-8yr, “Oh. Thank you. How old are you, Mom?”
Seth-8yr, “WHAT!? Are you calling your mother a WOMAN?”
And at that point we were in the driveway and I had a headache and I got out of the car and left them to continue this discussion on their own.
And… I’m sure they did.