He'll often sweetly ask, while gazing at me with those big beautiful blue eyes, "Mama, when I'm a big boy - will you mawwy me?"
"Can we get mawwied?"
"Of course we can!" I'll tell him. I try to suppress a smile, but it's impossible when the sweetness overtakes me and I feel an intense maternal love for this little boy surge through my whole body. When he hears my response, he'll look at Charlie and give him a smug smile.
"Mama and me? We gonna get MAWWIED!"
Earlier this week, when I was opening my dresser for some pajamas, I noticed that Henry had moved almost all of his pajamas in to my drawer. "What are these doing here?" I asked my husband. He shrugged.
Over the course of the next few days, I noticed that Henry moved in his socks, underwear and shirts in to our room. I also noticed that he was moving items from Charlie's closet, like my husband's shoes, down by the furnace.
Yesterday, Charlie was talking on the phone to a friend of ours, and when Charlie mentioned something about his wife, Henry interrupted, "She's not YOUR wife, Daddy. SHE'S MY WIFE. She's MY sweetie!!!"
Today, I found that his little purple tooth brush was next to mine and his teddy bear, Climby, was perched on my pillow. "Henry, what's all this about?" I asked.
"I'm moving in," he said. "When we get mawwied, I'm sleepin' with you, Mama."
"But what about Daddy?" I asked.
He gave it a moment of thought before responding, "He can sleep in my bed. Or somewhere outside..."
