Later that morning Finn came into my bathroom and started playing with Will. He started to look sad and said, "mom, Will is getting so big - I want you to have another baby." I told Finn that it was impossible for me to have more children. I also told him that even if I could physically have another baby, we couldn't afford another baby. Finn said, "Mom, we can afford it. I don't have to go to private school. You can put me in public school. I'll be okay - we go to church, we read the Bible every night and I have asked Jesus into by heart - Sam hasn't, but at least I have." It was so sweet. But as usual, Finn left Sam hanging to dry.
We have also come to a point where Sam is correcting my pronunciation. We were sitting at the dinner table when Sam asked for more milk. I poured him another glass, handed it to him and said, "here's your milk, Sam." Sam furrowed his brows at me and said, "MOM - why do you say 'mee-ilk?" I wasn't sure what he meant so I said, "well, how do you say it?" He said, "mom, I say milk" (he said like someone raised in California). He said it very snootily. I felt like he was passing judgment on me. I guess I should get used to feeling like an doofus around my kids. They will, after all, be teenagers before you know it.