Tomorrow, Big E turns six.
Mr. Yoy and I have made it 1/3 of the way to Big E's technical adulthood. But who are we kidding? We all know this kid is a scammer and will probably live off us until he is at least forty.
Either way, I'm really excited about this birthday. I feel like we are moving into a new stage of independence and growth. At dinner tonight I talked with Big E about what he expects to accomplish in his upcoming seventh year on this planet.
I WANT TO READ ALL THE BOOKS IN THE WORLD.
I WANT TO BUY THE REST OF THE LEGO CITY SETS.
I WANT TO STAY UP LATER.
CAN YOU STILL HAVE BABIES? BECAUSE IF YOU CAN, I WANT A BABY BROTHER OR SISTER?
Hold up. Stop the music. I was way, way, way on board with all of his stated goals. Even the Lego thing. Up until the last one.
For the record, I am a spring chicken and could pop out at least three or four more kids, if I really wanted to. And as much as I'd love to eat my face off and pack on an easy 50 pounds for the sake of my unborn child, that is a pretty big request. So, I deferred to Mr. Yoy.
YOU'LL HAVE TO ASK DADDY ABOUT THAT LAST ONE.
I quickly changed the topic and mentioned that in twelve short years he'd be moving out to attend Harvard. Boston is really lovely in the fall, I assured him.
I looked over at Little E. His bottom lip stuck out and began to quiver.
WHAT'S THE MATTER BUDDY?
He lost it.
I DON'T EVER WANT TO LEAVE YOU, MOMMY!
And even though I knew I should say something like, oh you'll be ready to go, I just told him he could live at home forever. And attend Georgia Tech.
The day my water broke.
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