The other night a male colleague/friend (totally, totally platonic) called me. I was putting Q to bed, but I was eager to get the phone so I could possibly get a little more sympathy from someone who may or may not have heard that I was sick. Well, that...and I had meant to stop by the other day and in the end never showed up, and needed to explain myself.
Anyways...
The conversation ended with this:
Co-worker: Okay Sunshine! Talk to you soon.
Me: Bye bye
Click
Q: Is he your WIFE?
Me: Huh?
Q: He is. He is. He's your wife!!!!
Me: What are you talking about?
Q: He called you sunshine. He's your wife.
Me: Okay, number one...it's husband. A woman is a wife, and man is a husband. So, if Mommy got married, she would have a husband and be a wife. Secondly, dude, if Mommy was married and had a husband, I think you would have heard about it before now.
Q: Oh. Why did he call you sunshine then?
Me: Because I'm just like the sun. I make people happy where ever I go.
Q: Oh. Night night, Mommy.
Me: Night night, Q. Sweet dreams.
Q: Sweet dreams to you, too.
Me: I love you, Q.
Q: I do, too.
What a strange, strange world this world must seem to a 6 year old. Wives and husbands, sunshines and sweet dreams.
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