Yesterday I went to a Super Bowl party at a coworker’s house. Several of us from work were there, and one lovely lady has three beautiful kids who were FAR more entertaining than that catastrophe on the television. (We still love you, Peyton. VFL).
Baby girl, we’ll call her, is 4 years old going on 25. I think she is smarter than some adults I know. She learned everyone’s name and had hilarious things to say all night. She always addressed us by name, then went on with her story. Example – “JENN – did you know that I went to my friend’s birthday party and she had a cat but I never saw the cat because it was hiding?” “Chip – your real name is Jesse? There is a Jessie on Toy Story 2 but she is a girl and you’re a boy.”
By the end of the night we thought we’d heard it all, but turns out she’d waited to drop her best work on me as I was walking out the door. I packed up and was headed out, leftovers in hand. Then this happened:
Jenn: “Baby girl – it was so good to see you.”
She takes her eyes off the iPad, reaches for my hand and holds onto it.
Baby girl: “Jenn, where is your husband?” Oh goodness.
Jenn: “I don’t have a husband.”
Baby girl: “Oh. Why not?”
Jenn: “Well, because I make poor life choices.” (I’m of course being a bit dramatic, yet honest – seeing where she’ll take this one).
Baby girl ponders on this for a minute while I say goodbye to a couple more people.
Baby girl: “Jenn….Jenn.” Pulls me in closer to her – and real serious, real concerned, she says, “Why do you make bad decisions?”
The whole room is now focused on and slapping their knee at this conversation and I can hardly look her in the eye for giggling. She is so sincere and so adorable and the question sounds so simple. Why DO you make bad decisions, Jenn? Just stop it.
Jenn: “Well, I’m trying to figure that out.”
Her Mom said, “Baby girl – you know how sometimes you do things that you don’t mean to and you wish later you hadn’t done them?” Yes, she agreed. “It’s kind of like that.”
Baby girl turns to me with a solution. I can tell a light bulb has just gone off.
Baby girl: “Jenn! You can marry my BROTHER!! He’s really handsome.”
Normally I would have accepted on the spot – but baby boy is two and a half. Baby girl had been saying all night that SHE was going to marry brother – and they would skip off to the other room. “Going to get married!” Then come back, happily married.
So, this was a HUGE gesture on her part. Very selfless. I told her that was so sweet and I really appreciated it.
She thought some more and said, “Or, you can marry me!” Oh my.
Jenn: “Well, that may be the next thing I try….”
Kidding. Only kidding.
From the mouth of babes, right? It was a good moment of comic relief but also a reminder of how black and white it can all be – especially in the eyes of a child. Don’t have a husband? Made some bad decisions? Here, marry this one? He’s cute, so that’s easy.
Oh baby girl – stay so innocent, or at least so smart and witty, always.