{Wife}

My son was chattering away as usual when my husband gave me a tender peck. At the point my son expected a reply, my husband's response was, "Don't mind me. I'm just kissing my wife!"

A chuckle mature beyond my son's years escaped. "Nooo, that not your wife. That MY wife!"

We both laughed as my husband explained that I am indeed his wife and my son's MOM. Our son exploded, "You're being mean, Dad!"

My husband went on to assure him that he would grow up and one day find his own wife. His despair and frustration only grew. "Are you afraid you won't be able to find a wife?" my husband wisely asked. The tears overflowed as his anxiety was brought to light. He wrapped his little arms around his daddy's neck and his daddy reassured him:

"Are you a nice guy? Are you smart? Are you strong?" Our son responded in the affirmative each time. "Girls like smart, strong, nice guys, bud. You won't have any trouble finding a wife!"

To me, my husband asked incredulously, "What 3-year-old worries about not being able to find a wife??"

Our son is certainly one of a kind.

{Baseball}

All settled in for a relaxing Friday night of watching movies, my son approached me, glove in hand, and asked me if we could go play ball. Unfortunately, it was pretty wet outside due to the rain we received, so I suggested we play Saturday or Sunday when it should be warm and dry. Not sure what reaction I would receive, I braced myself {this is what the "trying 3s" does to a parent!}. To my surprise, my son said, "Let's play pretend baseball!" and threw an imaginary ball at me. As I caught the ball with my makeshift invisible glove, I smiled at his resiliency and creativity. Who knew a pretend game of catch could be as much fun as the conventional norm??