Mark and I are getting ready to celebrate our 13th year wedding anniversary. Well, I thought it only appropriate to share this story that happened to me a couple of days ago.
My four year old was helping me make my bed when...
Son: Guess what mom, I'm a dad!
Me: (Grinning) Oh really, you're a dad? You're sure?
Son: (very seriously) Yep. I am. I have two kids.
Me: Two? Already! Wow!
Son: Yep and they're both teenagers.
Me: What? You have two kids and they're BOTH teenagers? Holy cow! That's amazing.
Son: Yeah, well... I'm a teenager too.
Me: (Trying not to laugh) You are?
Me: Well what kids do you have? Are they two boys? Or are they two girls?
Son: Oh, that's easy. They are a boy AND a girl.
Me: A boy AND a girl? Wow! What are their names?
Son: John and uh... uh--Genevieve.
Me: (Chuckle escapes) Genevieve?
Son: Yep. Genevieve.
Me: Well if you have kids, then you must be married. Who are you married to?
Son: Uh--well.. uh... hmm... Mom?
Son: Will you marry me?
Me: Me? You want me to marry you?
Son: Yeah. You can be my wife!
Me: Oh, well... hmm... I don't know. I'll have to ask dad. I'm not sure what he'll say.. I mean he might not be very happy if--
Son: Oh! Don't worry about Dad, he'll be happy. He likes you!
You know you've still got it.. when after 13 years of marriage and six kids.. you're still getting proposed to!