The scene: The boys room. Manchild is doing headstands in the corner of his bed. Squish is lying on his. I am curled up next to him for our bedtime chat. Micah is walking out their door.
Micah: “Good night boys, I love you.”
Squish: “I love you, Dad.”
Micah: “I love you, too.”
Squish: “Why did Dad say, ‘I love you, too’?”
Me: “Because you said, ‘I love you, Dad,’ and he wanted you to know that he loves you, too.”
Squish: “Why does Dad love me?”
Me: “Because you are his child.”
Squish: “Why am I has child?”
Me: “Because he is your dad.”
Squish: “Why is he my dad?”
Me: “Because dad and I made you.”
Squish: “Why did you and Dad make me?”
Me: “Because we wanted to have another baby to raise. We really, really wanted you to be part of our family.”
I look over at him. He’s (almost) asleep.