Pillow Talk...of a Different Sort

I have a new favorite time.

I have always cherished our early morning time when it would be hubs, D. and I snuggling in the bed and talking about any ol' thing. Well, now that there are four people in our "familia", it's a tighter fit but a lot of fun.

This morning, we awoke in Selma, Alabama at my Dad's house. The topics of conversation were as vast and peculiar as usual but now we have a butter bean lying in the middle giggling at us all. In fact, just the mere sight of his big brother and J.'s face bursts into a smile. It really is the sweetest thing I have EVER seen.

This morning's "pillow talk" included the following deep-thought, betcha-never-considered-that revelations:

• George Washington is on the dollar bill, he chopped down a cherry tree and he had wooden teeth. But, of course, my child had to offer up the clencher question: "Did he have termites in his teeth that kept him from eating? Termites eat wood, you know." He does have a point there, folks.
  
  
• D. announced that Daddy is the only one on our "team" not on The Injured List. Mommy has a paper cut on her pointy finger, D. has a bruise near his wrist and J. scratched the side of his cheek in the middle of the night. Geez. Will we make it through the weekend?
  
  
• D. then corrected himself and added that another person on our team was uninjured and that would be God. Because, if He were injured then He wouldn't be God. I asked him what was the one time God had been injured and he replied, "never. Well, 'cept for the time he was whipped and hanged on the cross and all." Well, yeah, 'cept for THAT time.

Finally, we ended our session with a rousing thumb-wrestling match which is COMPLETELY unfair because hubs has much bigger hands than I and I can never beat him 'cept when I cheat which a precocious little almost-six-year old child is quick to point out. Hmmph.

Pillow talk. Our version may not exactly fit the textbook definition. But, at this stage in my life, it offers me the sweetest, most authentic glimpse into what life is really all about.

It really is my favorite time of the day.