Noah: Sometimes I wonder if Seth will every get kidnapped. Me: You do? Noah: Yeah, like when he’s outside playing in our front yard and I’m not there. Me: I see. Noah: If he was ever kidnapped, I’d come into the house and get a steak knife and stab it into my heart. Me: That seems a little extreme. Maybe you could just come in and tell me or your dad. (pausing a few seconds) I thought your brother drove you crazy and that you didn’t want him around much? Noah: Well, he does, but I do love him. Just not in a way I want him to know. (He then begins to laugh hysterically.)And that, my internet peeps, is just one of the many conversations I get to be a part of as Noah’s mom.
Have I told you that my soon to be 10-year old, Noah, is quite brilliant? I have? Right. Well, he’s also quite the analyzer. He thinks of things from all different angles unlike most kids. And he’s a may-juh fee-luh…major feeler. (Sorry. I sometimes like to talk like I’m from Britain.) So here was yet another memorable, and funny, conversation we had about his little brother when I was tucking him in the other night: