We are waiting for Mr. Burgher to go in Target, and this…
“Mama, I have a secret,” says A.
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” I am thinking it won’t be a secret but a request for a cookie, something new she’s started this weekend.
“Yeah. I am married. To a boy.” A giggles.
“Oh? Tell me about this boy,” I dare ask. “What’s he like?”
“He looks like Spongebob. He is a toy.”
“Anything else I should know about this boy?” (I try not to laugh.)
“Yeah, he’s like Daddy and I love him, yeah.”
‘Lil Man starts laughing, and A asks, “Mama, are you married, too?”
“Who do you think I am married to?”
“Oh, Daddy. Did Grammie make my coat?” She sure likes to change the subject fast. (And avoid the camera.)