A little too much love
Yesterday, out of the blue, Max kept saying "Abby! Abby!" one of my friend's little girls.
I kept saying to him, "Is she your girlfriend? Are you going to marry her?" Having no idea what I was saying, he just grinned.
Cameron, on the other hand, knew exactly what I was saying and wanted in on the conversation. "Hey Mommy! I know who I'm going to marry when I grow up!"
I figured he was going to say Faith, or Gabi, or Eliana, some of the girls he plays with on a regular basis. But instead he said, "I'm going to marry Ella!"
"Cameron, you can' t marry Ella!"
"But why not?" he responded, a bit disappointed.
"Because she's your sister. You're not allowed to marry your sister!"
"But how will they even know that she's my sister?" (Not sure who "they" are).
"Cameron, when you get older, trust me, you won't want to marry your sister."
"But if I married her," he said with excitement, "then I'd get to see her everyday!"
I wish I had this conversation on tape, becasue I'm sure, during those teenage years, he'll be expressing a much different sentiment toward his sister.