the break-up

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.”