So, there there we were, the Hobbit and I, reading a story before lights out. It was a picture book, called Journey Around San Francisco (by Martha Day Zschock), filled with pictures of landmarks and historical places in San Francisco. When we got to a picture of Alcatraz, the Hobbit noticed a ferry in the background. (The Hobbit is pretty into ferries.)
“A ferry!” he said.
“That’s right,” said I. “Alcatraz is an island, so you need to take a boat there.” I paused, then added, “Maybe one day soon, we can go there. In fact, maybe you and I and newbaby can go there.”
He said nothing.
“Does that sound like a good idea? You and me and newbaby?”
“Yes,” he said. “And newbaby’s momma.”
“But I’m newbaby’s momma,” I said. “I’m your momma AND newbaby’s momma.”
“No,” said he. “You’re MY momma.”
Hmmmm.
hmmm.