New Mommy???

As we do every day, Chase and I talk about the day while driving home from picking him up from daycare (while Brynn sleeps in her car seat). Here is a clip from our conversation yesterday:

"Mommy, your birthday is next after mine," Chase explains.

I reply, "Yes, Chaser...it's coming up soon. What are you going to get Mommy for her birthday?"

"Hmmmm...maybe a hat!" Chase shouts.

"Does Mommy really need a hat?" I ask.

"No...maybe a motorcycle!" he says.

I answer, "Okay, Daddy may like that."

"And a har-melt." Chase adds.

"You mean a helmet?" I ask.

"Ya...a helmet." he explains.

I then continue to ask, "How old do you think Mommy is going to be?"

"4, or 5?" Chase asks.

I say, "Oh...Mommy is going to be much older than that...really old. I am going to be 28."

Chase replies, "I don't want you to be old. Then you'll have white hair. -PAUSE- Would I get a new mommy then?

"Do you want a new mommy?" I ask.

"No!" reacts Chase.

"Okay Chaser, Mommy won't get old." I say (hoping that was only true).