Building bricks.

Last night around bedtime it was just the pirates and myself. 

(Steve was pulling carpet and linoleum.)

Robs, out of the blue, said 

"Mom.  Mom's are important, 

but Dads are VERY IMPORTANT 

because they make money."

It hit me all rectangular- kind of like a little red brick.

My very first thought was to ask what life would be like

"HAD SHE NEVER BEEN BORN."

But I passed on that one, cause she's five.

My second thought was
"FORTY WEEKS OF GESTATION?!" 

but I passed on that one too.

Instead I asked her who would feed her toast right before bed 

if I was the big money maker and not the mama.

She responded with "Grandma."

"FORTY WEEKS!" 
popped into my head again- but I told it to leave.

I was going to win this one fair and square.

I held up my two hands and then put one behind my back. 

I asked her if I could tie a shoe with one hand. 

She took a bite of her toast and said no.

Then I held up both- and asked if it would be easier with two hands. 

It was a leading question with an obvious answer-
but I was getting somewhere. 

I told her it works well when one dad is the big money maker- 

and one mama takes care of EVERYTHING ELSE.

And then I kiiiiiiisssed her because my brain was mush- it was the best thing to do. 

I was exhausted, my hands were blistery, and I still had to put three pirates to bed.

That and figure out why my five year old is valuing money more than other things 

...like mothers. 

But then again... she's five.

And lots of things change between five and say, twenty eight.

That aaaaaand... it echoes of the heck I gave my own mama.
I most likely had this one coming.

I do love a good challenge.