From the Mouth of the Middle Child

I am getting ready to go out to an adult dinner. Brennan, who would be happiest in a world where he is surgically attached to me, always gets antsy when he knows a babysitter is coming over. I hear him calling my name as he searches the house for me. He finally comes upon me in my bathroom upstairs.

"Momma, are you going now?" He asks me nervously.

"No B. Not yet." I smile at him, gesture to my unkempt hair, makeup free face and underwear clad self and say jokingly, "Do I look like I am ready to go out yet?"

Brennan looks relieved and says, "Nope. You don't look pretty at ALL."

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I am putting Brennan to bed. He grabs onto my hair, up in its ever present ponytail, and takes the elastic out of my hair. He pulls my hair around to the front of my face, looks at me seriously and says, "Wow, Momma, you almost look like a real girl!"

After I put the hair elastic back into my hair to make a ponytail, Brennan looks sad and says, "Now you are a mommy again."