Monday, April 12, 2010
Where do you want to go?
Recently, Harrison has been pretending to rock a baby. I'm not sure where he got the idea of it, but I guess when he sees a baby, someone is often rocking it. The other day at lunch, we had a "conversation" about babies:
Harrison: "Baby, mine" while doing the rocking motion with his hands.
Me: "That's cute Harrison. Do you want a baby?"
Harrison: "Momma, baby."
Me: "No, mommy doesn't have a baby, but we can pray, that maybe one day, God will give mommy another baby."
Harrison looked like he was deep in thought
Harrison: "Baby...Wal-Mart?" he said with his finger in the air like he had a grand idea.
I almost fell out of my chair laughing so hard. Clearly, we have a little to teach him about where babies come from. It does alarm me that he seems to think if we could go just get a baby, that we might do so at Wal-Mart. I always would make fun of my friends who were bad drivers, that they got their license from Wal-Mart. A baby from Wal-Mart? That sort of makes me cringe. We desperately need a Target close by if my son is that acquainted with Wal-Mart.