How I Met Your Father

Every day, in living rooms and cars around the world, children ask, "Mommy, how did you meet Daddy?" Of course, this is after the idea that Mom and Dad have not always been Mom and Dad has sunk in. Which usually takes a few years and several conversations and a great deal of confusion. I mean, after all, our entire existence is tied to theirs, right?

Riiiiiiiight. 

Anywho....

Well, I'm recording this for posterity, and for my children. And for all those people who have asked to hear our {crazy, weird, ironic} story.

"We Make a Lotta Rules"

My son looked contemplatively at his lunch today. Then he spoke slowly and thoughtfully.

"We make a lotta rules, don't we?"

I stepped out of the laundry room cautiously. I did NOT want to have this conversation right now. You know the schtick. The conversation bout how rules are important, especially when running a house full of boys, a dog, four cats, and assorted other critters and kids.

About how God gives us rules to help keep us safe and help us make wise choices.

And about how parents are charged with doing the same for our children.

So I decided to tread cautiously.

"What do you mean, buddy? How do we make a lot of rules?"

"Well..."

Titan, RIP, after his swim in the neighborhood pool.

He hesitated.