My dad is here visiting this week, which is always very exciting for my boys. Three-year-old Reid, in particular, is enjoying his quality time with his grandpa this visit.
Last night, Reid and I were cuddling in bed, talking about our day. I asked him whether he had fun sledding, and playing with Grandpa. Then I asked him if he knows who Grandpa is.
“Your daddy,” he replied. “Right,” I told him. Then I described how, when I was three, I would snuggle with my daddy the same way Reid was snuggling with me.
“And, someday, when you have kids, I will be their grammy.” Which is hilarious. “And you will be their daddy.” Which is even more hilarious.
Then I asked Reid, “When you have babies, what will you name them?”
He replied, without missing a beat, “Byron, Icarus and Perseus.”
So, seriously, even in the next generation I’m not getting a girl?