I was laying on the bed this weekend (in my fluish miserable state) when Connor said something to me along the lines of "awwww....look at the kitties, they're so cute, they're making love" which, naturally got my attention. Quickly. Because if they were actually "making love"...oh crap. They were actually just sitting about a foot apart staring at each other. Which is a pleasant change, typically if they are that close one of them is screaming and slapping and the other is growling...it's a love-fest for all. Now, I did ask the boy where he had heard that and naturally he said TV...because that's where we learn everything right? And while I do censor, somewhat, what he is allowed to watch, the terms "sex" and "making love" do pop up frequently (just not at my house....). I told him they were just staring at each other but never explained further than that....so I'm waiting...it will come and it will probably be soon... "Mom, what's making love?" Err...something that only grown ups do when they're really really old and in love, and married, and have had lots of testing done to ensure that they cannot hurt anyone..... God I love being a mother.
The wandering warrior is home and is fine. We met him at the airport and attempted to meet him at his gate (yes, you can actually get past security for that!) but thanks to NWA spent a lot of time at the wrong gate and eventually ran across him in the hall...oops. So much for the big welcoming! He is typical Cap'n Crunch and is no crazier than he was when he left. And Connor has had much, much fun... The boy needs a daddy. I know this because he told me last weekend he needed a daddy. Really really wanted one, am I looking? Why's it taking so long? Am I just looking for handsome one's? So, yes, even the 4 year old is making statements about my dating life.
Now I'm going to go curl up in the fetal position under a blanket and whimper some more. Damn flu.