Last
night, Cole and I were playing in my room, and he tackled me on my bed and gave
me a big kiss. Then he said, "We married!" I laughed and asked him
what that meant, but he didn’t seem to know. I pointed to a wedding photo of
Kevin and me that hangs above our bed and told him, "That’s when Mommy and
Daddy got married." I should have anticipated the next question.
"Where
I'm at?"
“You
weren’t born yet.”
“But
where me?”
“There
was no Cole yet.”
“I
was at home?”
This
went on for a few minutes. Then I explained to Cole (in 3 year old terms) how
Mommy and Daddy got married and then they wanted a baby, so we prayed and God
put a baby in Mommy’s belly and that baby was Cole. He seemed happy about that
explanation and stopped asking questions.
Shortly
after, we were watching the Hopkins/Syracuse lacrosse game on DVR. (Cole’s
obsession with lacrosse now has us recording college games.) I wanted to find
out what he had retained from our conversation, so I said, “Cole, tell Daddy
who put you in Mommy’s belly.” His answer…
“Johns
Hopkins!”
