Laying in bed, my little man who was snuggled by my side keeping me safe during one of Daddy’s recent business trips, turns to me with his big clear eyes and says,
Whhhhhhhhaaaaaaaatttttt? In one moment I was confused, disturbed, horrified and curious. This conversation had the potential of turning sour quickly and quite frankly, I wasn’t sure how to proceed.
Questions. Yes, I thought. Let me ask questions.
“What cherry did I lose?” It seemed the most logical route to take.
My little man responds, “You know. Your cherry. Everyone has one.”
Oh Boy. This was not looking good. Where and how did this topic reach him? I can’t imagine this was the subject at story time or small talk at the art table. I did what I thought was best. I tried to change the subject.
But my little man continued, “If you just had let me hold your cherry, it would not have fallen in the toilet.”
And THEN it clicked. My phone – my blackBERRY – experienced a sad demise which my little one was witnessed to.
Smiling from ear to ear I asked, “Do you mean my BlackBerry?”
“Yes, Mommy. I am sorry you lost your blackberry in the toilet.”
And that folks, will most certainly be recorded in his baby book.