Every night after putting Noah to sleep, I sneak into Judah's room to say a quick good-night.
I tell him I'll stay with him for 5 minutes only and we have some nice mellow conversations. I always tell myself to digitally record them (if I can only dig out my old recorder), but I'm especially sad I didn't record tonight's conversation.
At least I can kind of reconstruct it here:
Judah: Let's snuggle. Close your eyes! You my father-wife (his term for husband and wife).
Judah: Noah is our boy, he's Judah. And daddy is...Noah! Daddy is a baby!
[Judah giggles mischievously.]
Judah: When I grow up, I'm going to be a real daddy.
Me: That's good Judah. You want to get married?
Me: Who are you going to marry?
Me: That would be great but I'm already married to daddy.
Judah: Uh...can I marry Noah?
Judah: Can I marry Mur-Mur? (One of his favorite babysitters.)
Me: Um, sure. But what about marrying Alexa? (A friend his age at church.)
Judah: No, I can't marry her. She's just a girl. She's not a grown-up.
Me: But by the time you grow up, she will be all grown up too.
Judah: Oh! Or I can marry [Judah lists the names of other little girls at church]. Or I can marry Christmas...
At which point I crack up and realize he has no idea what Merry Christmas means.
Good-night my sweet boy.