Kids talk a lot.
They ask a lot of questions.
Today in the car Cash was asking a lot of questions about his drink and his belly cause he needed to pee.
Then he suddenly had a light bulb moment and said, "Wait mom...is our belly connected to our weiner?"
The other kids got a good chuckle out of that learning moment.
One of his other inquiries today was about how we get to cemeteries after we die. He made me repeat this very detailed explanation for max when he got home from school. And if you leave anything out he will remember.
He was curious to know what an "Indian giver" was after preschool.
He makes me recount to him a few times a week every detail of when I pierced my ears.
Max wanted to know what a man cancelling suit was tonight before bed after watching the hulk on a talk show.
Gwen started screaming my name tonight from the guest bathroom and I was sure she was going to need comfort only a mother can give, but instead found her sitting on the toilet holding a brand new jar of chalk paint dripping it all over the carpet. Just curious at 10 years old what happens when you open a jar of paint upside down?
What does all this blathering have in common? Probably not much, except that almost every time my kids open their mouths I think of Joey. Sometimes it's because I'm telling them that dad will have all the answers to their questions when he gets home. Sometimes it's because I can't wait to laugh with him about something one of them has said. Sometimes it's because I'm blaming him for letting them watch something that brought up questions I'm not prepared to answer. But most of the time it's because we have a common enemy in these little people that we created and no one except Joey will ever care as much as I do about them. Sometimes Joey and I are not a united front. Sometimes we hate each other. But even at my lowest marriage moments, I would never deny that Joey is a better parent than me. And that's not saying much, so maybe I should go further and say that he is almost perfect in the parenting department.
Then come back and look at all the cute pictures of Joey and tell me what drives you the absolute most crazy about your spouse. And I mean crazy like crazy hatred. Let's keep it real here.
(Spoiler alert...the article is about divorce. Before you get all angry and judge me or think I'm judging you, the article is about no fault divorce. It is not about getting divorced for reasons of abuse or infidelity. Plus I'm too lazy to care about what other people are doing or not doing. As long as you're not doing it with my husband. 😉)