Henry’s been going through the Oedipal phase for at least a year now–as in walking into our bedroom, climbing into bed with us, and announcing, “Go away, Daddy!” But the times they are a-changing.
Henry: What’s that on your hand?
Mommy: That’s my wedding ring. Daddy has one, too. We got them when we got married.
H: I want one like that.
M: Well, when you grow up, if you want to get married, you can get a ring like that.
H: Can I marry you when I grow up?
M: No, you can only be married to one person. I’m already married to Daddy.
H: Who will I be married to?
M: I don’t know yet. When you grow up, you can decide who you want to marry.
H: Okay, I’ll marry Daddy!
M: But Daddy is already married to me. You should marry someone your own age. But when you’re grown up.
H: Okay, when I grow up I will marry Daddy and get a ring like that.
M: [gives up]
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March 11, 2009 at 5:21 pm
*cough* Nora! *cough*