This morning, Boy-o wrote me a ticket. You know, like a speeding ticket or a parking ticket. Except this ticket was because "You and mommy don't live in the same house anymore." Gulp. Yeah - I guess I've earned a ticket for that one.
Anyhow - this began a conversation that we have a lot. In fact, I'm surprised that both kids don't know it off by heart. About how grown-ups sometimes realize that they can't live together anymore, and it doesn't mean that they don't love each other and it certainly doesn't mean they don't love you. About how we will always be a family, no matter where different members of our family lives, and that sometimes families change and grow. And we chat about this for quite some time. Which is followed by a pause, where I look at them intently, trying to figure out if they've reached the saturation point.
After a moment or two passes, Boy-o looks at Girlio and says: "We carry our families' hearts with us wherever we go." And Girlio replies, without missing a beat: "Yeah, because they're our peeps!" (Which, is a funny thing to hear from your two year old, no matter what the context!)
Sage little wonders, these babes of mine.