It was just the little man and I this weekend as the husband was out on business. After a full fun day of swim lessons, ice cream and a trip downtown to a new interactive dinosaur exhibit, the little man and I were snuggling on the couch watching a movie. It had been a busy day, so I welcomed the calm and warm snuggles.
The little man looked down to my ring finger and touched my wedding ring. He ran his little finger around it.
"Momma, are you mawrrried?" He asked.
"Yes, I am. I'm married to daddy," I replied.
"And daddy ... he's mawrrried too?" He asked.
"Yes, mommy and daddy are married to each other, just us." I said.
"Why do people get mawrrried?" The little man asked as he shifted to look up at me.
"Well ... people get married when they love each other," I said. "Then they have little babies, like we had you."
The little man sat in silence. I could tell his little mind was racing.
"Momma?" He finally said. "I wanna get mawrrried, too."
"Oh, you will someday," I said. "I promise."
"But .... But ..." the little man started.
"What, buddy?" I asked.
"I want to mawrrry Nana!" The little man said with a big grin. "Nana!"
"Well buddy, Nana is already married." I explained. "Nana is married to grandpa."
The little man's face quickly turned serious.
"Well grandpa can share." He said matter-of-factly.
And with that, the little man turned back to his movie.
And I was content to leave that explanation for another day.