As the kids get older, they keep each other company a lot. Plato and Lulu get along awfully well for a brother and a sister. Sure, they quibble, quarrel, and push each others' buttons. But most often they are laughing and playing together. Lately I've been lucky enough to overhear a lot of their private conversations. I can't believe some of the things they talk about! Above all, though, it fills my heart with that Mommy-love.... you know what I'm talking about Moms, that indescribable feeling of love, pride, blessedness, and something more that makes your chest feel like its going to burst.
This afternoon as I was preparing the ingredients for our Snow Day Cookie Fest, the kids were parked in front of the TV ('cause I'm such a great mom). They were watching Tom and Jerry, the cat and mouse cartoon I grew up with in the 80's. They loved it!! Cracking up hysterically and chattering to each other about what was going on. Eventually Lulu made the observation, "I wonder why they don't talk ever?"
Plato had apparently alreaady figured this out, because he didnt even pause as he answered, "Because it's an OLD cartoon, Lulu, and they didn't talk in OLD cartoons!!"
Guess that makes me OLD.
As I was tucking Lulu in to bed (remember, she's FIVE), we were going through our ritual bedtime kisses: Butterfly Kiss (eyelashes), Eskimo Kiss (noses), Regular Kiss (lips), and a Biiiiig Hug.
She held me in our Regular Kiss longer than usual, and when she pulled away she grinned at me. "Mommy, we just had SEX!!!" she giggled.
Rather than grabbing her by her little shoulders and shaking her, demanding to know WHO has soiled my baby's pristine little mind, I pulled on my Calm Mommy Mask, complete with Composed Voice Technology.
"What makes you say that, Lulu?" I asked.
"Well," she began, fixing me with the toddler version of the teenage standard 'my god you're dumb' look. "When you kiss for a long time that's called sex."
"No, it's not." I countered.
"What's sex, Mommy?"
I had not planned to have this conversation for a few more years; sheesh.
"We can talk about it some other time, Lulu. It's time for you to go to sleep." I flicked on her princess-crown nightlight, which seemed suddenly surreal in the context of the conversation. "I love you, Sweet Pea," I told her as I walked out of the room.
"You have to lay on top of each other while you're kissing for sex, right Mommy?" she called after me, her big hazel eyes and little upturned nose peeking up over her Dora The Explorer comforter.
I sighed and turned slightly. "No, Lulu. You don't have to."
"But sometimes, right? Thats how Eva says you have sex" (Eva is her older 1st grade friend.... her mom and I will be having a chat).
"Yes, sometimes. But not always. Goodnight Princess." I walked out and shut off the hallway light. From the recesses of her room I heard her muffled little voice:
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