Mommy, I love you

Today we were at the dentists office waiting for Daddy to pick up the kids so I could have my teeth cleaned. When I walked into the office with the 3 kids, the receptionist looked nonplussed. "Don't worry, they're not staying." I settled the boys down with a snack and began to feed Lilly .

"Lilly's having a snack too," said James

"She's having cow milk," said William

"No, William, Mommy's breasts don't make cow milk, they make milk for Lilly, but it tastes like soy milk."

Mind you, while they are having this conversation there is a middle age man sitting in close proximity to us. He is trying very hard to look interested in his magazine and like he is not listening to this conversation.

James continues, "Mommy, when Lilly gets bigger you can just keep your milk in your breasts and she can have cow milk like me and William, right Mommy?"

"Yes, James," I said in my calm voice. I explained to him that we didn't need to talk about Mommy's breasts in a public place. Even though Lilly does need to use them to eat, we don't have to talk about them.

Meanwhile, I am checking my watch every 5 seconds wondering where in the world Aaron is and why he isn't rescuing me from these children.

At that moment, James, peeks out from under the chair where he and William have decided to eat their snacks and says, "Mommy, I love you."

Someday, he won't be saying that to me in the middle of the dentist office. And we probably won't have nearly as many interesting conversations as we do now while he doesn't filter anything he thinks or wonders about. So I guess I shouldn't worry too much about what he says and just enjoy my very curious boy.

I love you too, James.