While We Were Eating

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."

Lovely.

What's Your Number?

We were sitting down eating supper when Son #1 said.  "Next year, I'll be eleven."

I looked up from my food and replied.  "Not next year.  You'll be eleven in six years."

"Do you know what six years feels like?"  My husband asked.

Son #1 looked confused.

"Well, right now you have lived for five years."  My husband continued.  "If you add the five years you have lived to one more year, that would be six years." 

"Oh!  I get it!"  Son #1 exclaimed excitedly.

Then Son #1 asked.  "Mama, what's your number?"

I giggled and replied.  "I'm going to be thirty-six."

Son #1 was amazed but then stated.  "I think that Dad has more years than you."

Then he turned to my husband and asked.  "Dad, what's your number?"

"I'm going to be forty."  He said hoping to shock our son.

My husband succeeded as Son #1 yelled out.  "Wow!  You're as old as Grandpa!"

Who's Cuter?

The other night while watching tv, my husband asked Son #1 a question with an impish glint in his eye.  "Hey son, who's cuter...that baby on tv or your baby brother?"

"My baby brother!"  Son #1 yelled out.

"Well, how about this.  Who's cuter...me or your baby brother?"  My husband asked again.

"My baby brother!"  Son #1 responded catching on to the twisted little game my husband was playing.

"Alright, who's cuter...you or your baby brother?" 

To this rotten question, I replied.  "Oh, you're both the cutest!"

Then my husband asked.  "Who's cuter...me or your mama?"

Son # 1  paused for a moment and then stated.  "I'm cuter!"

What a rascal.