At night, I usually sit outside the boys' bedrooms until they fall asleep. It really just helps keep the chaos down, plus I get some computer time in.One night last week as I sat outside their doors, Henry kept asking me questions. Usually I try not to talk too much to them, but he obviously had a lot on his mind so I kept answering him.
H--"When you found Daddy did you ask him if he wanted to be the daddy of your boys and he said that he did?"
M--"Sort of."
H--"Where did you find Daddy at?"
M--"Target."
H--"Which aisle was he in and how did you know his and Gran's names?"....and on it went.
He also asked me if I was looking for a boy with Daddy's last name and he wanted to know how we knew what their names were when they were born. He was concerned about how they learned to talk and if we told them what our names were. He wanted to know where he walked at when he was a baby and if I showed him his room when he first came home. He also asked if I took pictures of him when he was a baby and if he cried when I took them.
I don't really know what made him start thinking about all of that, but sometimes the night time conversations are my very favorites.
