While home in Maryland for Spring Break, my mom asked Pete where Daddy was. (For the record, Chris is at JRTC-- which stands for the Joint Readiness Training Center-- in Fort Polk, Louisiana... as I understand it, time spent there basically prepares soldiers for combat missions).
Peter's reply? "Daddy is building houses. Big ones. And small ones. And Gigi-size ones."
Ahh, yes. To his credit, there is always a ridiculous amount of construction taking place on Fort Bragg so I guess it makes sense to think that Daddy is a part of the construction crew he always sees?!
And last night, when I was getting everyone ready for bed, Peter asked me seriously, "Did it hurt when you came out of Daddy's belly?"
I didn't know how to respond to that one, so I said what anyone else would have...
"Yes."
And today, driving home from preschool, it started to rain. "Awww, mom." Pete said, "Look at all those rain tears." I started to chuckle. "Yeah... I guess they do look like rain tears, Pete."
But, even if he's confused about Chris's job, where babies come from, and the weather, at least he seems to have a decent handle on numbers. Here he is skip-counting last night. Not bad for a brand new 4-year-old!
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