Thursday, 25 March 2010
I'm not talking about the cute fluffy kind, or chocolate easter ones either. Oh no, these are the grown-up kind.
This is a conversation with my son Luca.
It was bed time. He was getting into PJs. I went downstairs to make warm milk with honey and a slice of toast ready for story time. Five minutes later he is down stairs too.
Him - "Mama - why did you go to the front door before making my toast?"
Me - "I wanted to lock it. And I also looked at something on the computer, and then I closed the curtains, and now I'm making your milk and toast. Its busy being a mum isn't it?"
Him smiling and nodding - "When I'm a mama I'll do everything as well."
Me - "You won't ever be a mama, but you might be a papa."
Him - "Well, when I'm in love I'll do everything. That's when I've met a Hot Chick."
Me - "Hot Chick! - Who told you about Hot Chicks?"
Him - "Papa" he says laughing.
He's 7 - what's he going to be like at 17?
I asked Huzz about this later. He said "I told him that he'll need to find himself a Hot Chick when he's older, just like I found you!". What could I say? Love the men in my life.