Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Oh one day when you're looking back . . .

I can't believe I never blogged about this, but it's a story from last Christmas. (Well, the drive when I took my kids home just after last Christmas.) It illustrates the unique way in which my little family deals with the big topics. This time, it was about the fact that I'm not Mr M's biological father, but had never really explained that to him myself.

I've talked about this before, but usually when we're on long road trips, my kids like to play games and have contests to keep themselves entertained. When it's cold out (like when the temperatures are in the teens), there's usually at least one competition to see who can hold their hand out the window the longest.

We took the scenic way back to Arizona last year, and passed by the Grand Canyon. When we were near the north rim, the roads were covered in snow, and the temperatures were well below freezing (17 degrees I believe). Of course my kids had the contest to see who could hold their hand out the window the longest. I can't even remember who won, but I know it wasn't me. I didn't even play that time. I was a little nervous about staying on the road.

Five minutes after the contest ended, Mr M wanted to play again. Tortellini and Togers didn't want to because their hands hadn't yet warmed up enough to give it another go. I told Mr M that he'd need to find a different game to play.

Mr M: Alright, how about we play 'Who's Most Related To Dad?'

Me (Laughing, and a little shocked): Who do you think would win that game?

Mr M: [Tortellini] and [Togers].

Me: And why do you think that?

Mr M: Because you and mom made them, and mom and someone else made me.

Me: That's right. But you know I love you very much, right?

Mr M: I know.

And just like that, the conversation I'd been dreading having with the kid since the time he was born was over. Easy peasy.

6 comments:

Dee Ice Hole said...

AND---I love him too---very, very ,much.

Inklings said...

And so do I.

Boxer said...

You have a good family and you're a great Dad. I loved this story.

My nephew was conceived before his parents were married (a few months) and we always wondered when he'd figure it out and what he would say. He was 14 and they were on a family trip. What did he say?

"Heyyyyyyyy" and then smiled.

Kids really do make it seem more simple than we do.

Lightning Strikes said...

LOVE him! I'm glad we have him! And you are a great dad!!! Love you big brother!

Anonymous said...

Honestly I think the kid is relieved to not have to grow up and look like Bill Clinton.

Lindsay Logic said...

This story is great. I hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving!