Behind Every Good Man...

Originally posted 1/5/06 Ryan is still a child that renders me speechless more than I care to admit.
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Another fascinating glimpse into the mind of a 4 year old at my expense...

Ryan looks at me the other day and asks why I have green eyes (they're actually hazel but I've always wished they were green) and he has blue eyes. I told him that he got his blue eyes from Daddy and that, someday, when he is a grownup and has a wife and they have babies, his children might have blue eyes like him or the color of eyes that his wife has. He looks at my a bit puzzled and says, "What's a wife?" My mind reeled. This was it. This was my opportunity to tell him what to look for. This was my opportunity to begin molding what my daughter-in-law would be like!

I bit my tongue and began with simply, "You know, I'm Daddy's wife and he is my husband because we are married." Once again, the look comes over his face that says, "Oh, you silly, silly woman. How sad that you are so much older than I but know so little." And then it comes. He says to me, enunciating the appropriate parts of the word in an attempt to make me understand the first time, "The word isn't 'wi-fuh', it's 'wi-puh'."

"What? Wipe?" I say, knowing that I've already stepped off into the darkness of wherever this is going.

"Yeah, you know, like a (diaper) wipe but different," he says matter of factly, still giving me that patronizing stare."I see" is all I can muster in response.

So, I'm a wipe. Hmm...don't know how I feel about that but it does make sense; behind every good man is a good wipe.