I was running errands with Peter yesterday because I always run errands with Peter. It’s our “thing.” I asked him if he was going to come with me after Daddy came home, or if he would stay with Daddy.
“Stay with Daddy,” he said. Of course.
I will happily relinquish my crown as Most Favored Parent tomorrow.
While waiting for our turn at the gas pump, the song Feliz Navidad was on. I sang, because it’s a catchy song, and I tend to sing along to songs if I know the words. Sometimes even if I don’t.
When it ended, Peter asked me, “Did she die?”
I could not convince him it was Spanish for Merry Christmas. Nope, somebody is be-boppingly happy that Felice has died.