Last week, my kindergartener and I were running errands together. We were in the bank's drive-through, and I was waiting on my deposit receipt as my son enjoyed a snack in the backseat of the car.
“Look, Mom,” he said, and I turned around to see him holding up his hand and wiggling his fingers, on which he had placed 2 circle-shaped pretzels each.
“I have 10 wives,” he said, giggling.
I smiled and told him to keep his hand held high so I could take a picture to show his dad later. As I was getting out my phone to do this, he continued. “But seriously, Mom, if I had two wives, I’d have to hide one in the closet while I talked to the other one.”
I have no idea where he comes up with this stuff, but I’m kind of wondering if I should be checking the closets before sitting down for any heart-to-hearts with his dad…