This evening was a rare occasion where all four of us were gathered around the dinner table. This is a hard thing to coordinate with the under-five set.
Steven and I munched on some tacos as I asked Lydia about her day: did you play outside? Did you color? Did you play with toys? And so on.
“Did you play with Brody?” I continued.
“No,” Lydia replied as she contemplated her bowl of peas. Yes, all she wanted for dinner was peas.
“Is Brody still your boyfriend?” I prodded.
Lydia responded with an emphatic, “Nope,” while shoveling in a big spoonful of peas.
“Ohh. What happened?” I asked.
“Be careful with Brody,” she warned.
“Why’s that?”
“Brody wants baby.”