Chicks

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.