Last night I went out on a "Mommy date" with a friend who lives in our building. (Chick flick, appetizers, and no kids!) I left while Nicholas was still eating dinner so had to explain to Nicholas where I was going.
S: I'm going out with Leila's mommy. You know how sometimes you and I go on "Mommy and Nicholas dates." And every once in awhile Daddy and I go on "Mommy and Daddy dates." Well this is a "Mommy date."
N: I want to come! Can I come too?
J: Are you a mommy?
N: (dejected) No.
(pause)
N: When I grow up I'll be a mommy and then I can go.
Poor kid. He was crushed when we explained to him that he can never be a mommy. Being told that he could grow up to be a daddy was a slight consolation, but only slight. I don't know why, but I assumed he understood gender better than he apparently did.
Tee hee. Love it! You could have reassured him that daddies have dates too, we just call it "baseball game" or something along those lines!
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