A Rather Personal Question

Last night, we let Ian snuggle in our bed for a while before heading off to his own. After Kelly finished his bedtime story, a few minutes turned into a few more minutes as we all burrowed into the pillows and huddled together, under the blankets.

Ian lay on his side, toward me, and put both hands under his cheek. He smiled and started talking, as if we’d been in the middle of a conversation. Neither Kelly nor I could understand a word. Strike that. We understood the words, we just had no clue what they meant. Like me, looking at our circuit breaker.

First, there was a big to-do with a policeman and his garbage. I wasn’t sure if it was the garbage of a policeman, or policemen’s garbage. Threadbare leather gloves, splintered night sticks, rusty handcuffs. That sorta thing.

Then some bad people started a big fire. Really big. Big, big, big, biiiiig, biiiiiiig, big, big…He trailed off, and lost his train of thought. Finally he told me that some people are bad, but that they don’t mean it.

Ian went on like this for a few minutes before Mommy finally took him to bed. On his way out, Mommy asked Ian to give Daddy a hug-n-kiss. Ian turned, crawled across the bed, and kissed me, ever so softly, on the lips. After the hug, he pushed himself onto his knees, looked at me concernedly and asked, ‘Do you have your nipples?’

And that’s all I have to say about that.

2 Responses

  1. Julia
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    hey bro-
    this one made me laugh out loud. it was a nice break from studying, so thank you.

  2. daniel
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    My wife breast feeds our third son Elijah.

    This summer while visiting with one of her aunts, Samuel, our first son, was educating Aunt E. about how mommy feeds Elijah.

    “Mommy feeds Elijah with her nickles…her very BIG nickles.”

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