While we were eating dinner this evening, my husband and eldest son delved into an interesting conversation.
Son #1: "Mamaaaa! I don't like things that are red! They make me go crazy!"
Son #1 made a whiny screech and pointed to the red tomatoes in his pasta.
My Husband: "Eat them. They are good for you. It's tomato not something artificial. Tomato is a fruit."
Son #1: "But I don't like tomatoes!"
My Husband: "Then, eat the rest of your food and pick around them."
Minor irritation could be heard in my husband's voice.
Son #1: "When I'm a grown up like you, then I will like tomatoes."
My husband didn't say anything but gave my son the stink eye as he continued to talk.
Son #1: "When I'm grown up, you won't be my dad anymore."
My husband almost choked.
My Husband: "When you're grown up, I'll still be your dad."
Son #1 mulled this idea for a little while.
Son #1: "O.k. When I'm grown up, you'll still be my dad. And when I have a son, I'll be his dad!"
My Husband: "That's right. I'll always be your dad and you'll always be his dad."
Son #1: "When you're really old like one hundred, you'll still be my dad! Then, you'll die."
My Husband: "I hope I die long before one hundred."