It usually happens..
in those rare moments
when I just have Jackson...
A stranger will ooh and ahh over him..
then ask
the inevitable question..
"Is he your only one?"
I smile and say
"No, he is my third."
then as polite conversation goes
they ask the mandatory follow up question
"How old are the other two?"
And then it happens.
I tell them.
"2 and 3."
Their eyes bug a little out of their head..
and they say
"Wow, you must be busy."
I nod and smile.
And we move on to other important topics,
like the weather
or
the price of gas.
As true as
"you must be busy is"
I wish they could see the other moments..
like this one:
Aria gets a pack of gummies for going poop on the potty.
she shares them with Gibson.
A moment later
Gibson:Aria, I am still hungry.
Aria: Ok, Gibson, I will go poop again.
then she proceeds to sit on the potty for 45 minutes to get more gummies for them to eat.
I know, I know I should have just given them the gummies for being so stinkin cute..
but there is a principle, people.
I love how close they are..
I love how they are best friends..
So if we are ever
talking..
and you say
"Wow, you must be busy."
I will hear
"Wow, you are blessed."
and
I will smile and nod..
because I am.
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