Tis the season

I do so love The Big Man. He is a little boy of contrasts. He is charming and thoughtful and then all of a sudden he is spiteful and greedy. He is funny, and then he is not funny at all. He is clean sometimes, and other times he is very yukky and dirty. He is messy messy messy all ze time.

This week he has said two very beautiful things to me:

We were practicing looking up things in the dictionary with The Little Man too, and as they were looking at the second and third letters of the words, they were reciting the alphabet to themselves. The Big Man looked up at me with all innocence and said, "Do you know all your ABC's yet?" I was very respectful and did not smile on the outside. I said very slowly to contain myself "Yes, I do know my ABC's."

The next thing that he said that was very charming was about my period. The boys both know about the period, about how it is an egg that is leaving my body, and that it happens on a regular basis. That is about the limit of their knowledge at the moment. They are fine with that. We are on a need to know basis here.

Often times the boys have a bath together and more often than not, Mr Purple hops into the bath with them. Of course they would love me to hop in too, but I am too chubby for the bath and it is not my idea of a nice cup of tea, and so I confessed to The Big Man that even though he always asks me, it is not always that I don;t want to hop in, but that I cannot because of the process that is happening to me.

And so, yesterday he asked me: "Is it the right season for you to be having a bath Mum?"

God love his little soul.