So I'm out of town right now and this is, seriously, the second time I've ever been out of town BY MYSELF, without the kiddos, in the past ten years. The first time was when Boy and Girl Child were about one and I went to be the Matron of Honor in a friend's wedding in another state. (Which, that just pissed me off by the way. My husband LEFT ME and we weren't living together, but we weren't legally divorced and my friend INSISTED that she would call me her MATRON. We aren't friends anymore. But anyway)
Boy Child, as is typical, was concerned about my leaving.
"Mom," he said on Thursday, "is this the weekend you are leaving us here alone?"
"Boy Child," I sighed. "You won't be alone."
"Well," he said quite seriously. "I have some concerns."
"Um, okay," I said. "But you have nothing to be worried about. Daddy will be here with you."
He stared at me and said,
"THAT'S WHAT I'M WORRIED ABOUT."
"Well son," I told him, trying not to laugh, "it will be fine. Don't worry."
"Well, what are his qualifications? Does he have any experience with children?"
"He's lived here with you for SEVEN YEARS son!"
"Well, but does he know anything about babies?"
"YOU AREN'T BABIES! YOU ARE TEN! YOU'LL BE FINE!"
"Oh," he said. "Can I just play video games the whole time?"
"That's fine, son. That's fine."