Calvin and I are walking down the street. We are headed toward his speech therapist’s office. It was about 5 o’clock and there was a lot of traffic. I instinctively moved Calvin to the inside of the sidewalk so I would walk closest to the passing cars.
Calvin: “Why did you push me over Mommy?”
Me: “Well, if a car jumps the curb, I want it to hit me, not you.”
Calvin: “No! You might die!”
Me: “That’s right, which is why you need to be over there and I need to be over here.”
Calvin: “But if you die, who will take care of my brothers? I need to die. My brothers need a mommy.”
Where does that come from? Calvin and his beautiful brain.