During dinner tonight, Noah had a question for me:
Noah- Who is going to be my Mom when I get older?
Me- I am.
Noah- No, I mean when I’m bigger and grown up, who will be my Mom then?
Me- Yes, I know what you meant, and it will still be me, I’m your Mom forever Noah.
Noah- Ohhh. (sounding incredibly disapointed)
…who did he hope my replacement was going to be?