Because it’s a really, really, really, I-can’t-even-begin-to-get-into-how-bad-it-is bad kind of day, I will share a story from the recent past. Enjoy!
Boy Child, Girl Child and I were all in the car. We were driving home from Nerd Camp, and Boy Child was telling me, excitedly, that Josh, a friend at camp, had a new baby brother.
BC: Mom? That must have been a really big baby!
Me: Really? Why?
BC: Because it’s been in his mom’s belly for EIGHT YEARS.
Me: Boy Child. How is that possible? It can’t have been in her belly for eight years.
BC: But it was mom! Josh is 8.
It dawns on me that Boy Child believes that because he and Girl Child are twins, that ALL siblings are twins.
Me: No, no honey. Not all brothers and sisters are twins.
BC: I’m not following.
Me: Well, think about this. Your cousins? CousinJB1, CousinJB2, and CousinJB3? They are ALL brothers. But they aren’t twins.
BC: Really? They aren’t twins?
GC, chiming in: Brother! DUH! They aren’t twins!
Me: Right, they-
GC: They're TRIPLETS! There’s three of them!
I say nothing. Just focus on trying not to drive off the road due to the manic laughter rising up within me.
BC: Girl Child? Isn’t it funny how our cousins are midgets (pretty sure he meant triplets, but stay with me) and they are all different sizes? Like CousinJB1? He’s in high school. And CousinJB3? He’s really small.
GC, nodding wisely: That’s just the long and the short of it brother.