The other night, during one of our conversations, Robbie rolled over, put his hand on my face, looked into my eyes, and asked me a very serious question. “Mom, are you married?”
Caught off-guard and trying not to laugh at the question, I replied, “Yes, honey. Mommy’s married.”
He continued, “OK. Are you married to Daddy?”
I replied that I was, indeed, married to Daddy. Robbie proceeded to give it some thought, mulling over this whole marriage business. Not sure where this was going, I waited for a few moments. And, sure enough, Robbie continued.
“Yeah, I’m married, too. I got married at pre-school today.”
I just really wasn’t sure what to say to that. He didn’t seem to know who he had married, only that he was married. Which sounds like a bad decision he might make on a college Vegas trip, not a normal day at a Christian pre-school. Even more concerning? Robbie’s pre-school teacher knew nothing about it. Although, I guess this could be seen as a good sign. I’d be a little concerned if she were serving as a witness…