I have a good friend of mine who has a little girl and we will frequently make jokes about which one of my boys she could marry. As I was recalling how we often debate which boy would be more suited to her strong personality, it made me recall something that Ry once told me when he was about 3 years old.
On his bad tempered days, I would often joke about the fact I was going to sell him to a traveling gypsy family or whoever would take him. Sometimes, I would joke that I wouldn’t sell him, maybe I would go and live with a different family instead. Anyway, he would always take it with a little smile and say “No way! You can’t sell me! You love me.” My response would always be “Ok, I suppose you’re right. Besides, I don’t think they could pay me enough anyways.”
Now, fast forward about nine months. He had grown out of most of his tantruming phase and it had been a long time since I’d voiced my thoughts on selling him. We were watching a Seinfeld episode (yes, I can still enjoy the sitcoms from the 90’s) and at one point during the show, he pointed to the screen and, with a cute smile and tilt of his head, said, “Well, she could buy me!”
At first, I wasn’t sure that I had heard him correctly. After all, it had been months and months since I had even said those words to him. I paused the show and said, “What did you just say?”
Again, he repeated. “I said, she could buy me.”
Wondering if my child had a proclivity for women with early 90’s big hair and even worse fashion, I pointed to the screen where Elaine was frozen and asked him if that’s who he was speaking of. With almost a look of repulsion on his face, he shook his head no. He then asked me to rewind it so he could point out which woman he thought could replace my role. (I’m hoping that’s as innocently as he was thinking at almost 4 years old.) To this day, I can remember fully that it was Terri Hatcher who he thought would make an appropriate substitute. All I can say is he could’ve picked worse to ogle at. 😉