That’s What Kids Are For
January 10, 2008
“Mommy, do you have any friends?”, my oldest asked me recently while we were laying in his bed saying his bedtime prayers.
“Yes”, I replied.
“Well, who are they?”, he asked in a tone that suggested disbelief that I could possibly have any friends.
“Well………” I began, “Brian and Alan are my friends, Aunt Ashley is my friend, then there’s Miss A, from chruch, and also Mrs J and Mrs. L from chruch…….”. I paused, trying to think of more of my “friends” (I was a little slow, as prayers make me tired).
“That’s not very many mommy”, he said, “I have more friends than you”.
Had he been older, and me more quick-witted, I would’ve told him that I gave up all hope of having a social life when I decided to, you know, GIVE HIM LIFE. However, he’s too young to understand that, and I didn’t think of that comeback until 72 hours later, so I simply said, “yes honey, you do have more friends than me”.