For now, each time my adorable little Zane shares, “Mommy, I’m sad. I’m sad because Daddy already married you and now I can’t”, I am faced with Oedipus Rex. A lovely feel-good family tragedy.
And don’t even get me started on Freud.
My kid simply loves me. Ok, so he wants to marry me – he’s three, well, pretty much four, and thus I’ll allow him to lament that the girl of his dreams has already been taken.
Wallow away little man.
And keep those hugs and kisses coming.
For I don’t really care what the oracle said.