interview with Lou

Seriously, this little man has been giving me a run for my money this week.  Hubby has been out of town for a few days and it's just been me and the two little people. Lou gets crabby when daddy has been gone for more than two days or so.  He pulled a doosey* tonight and then blamed it on Bee.  I'll be hiding in my sewing room this weekend.

Lou:  Mama?

Me: yeah.

Lou: Mama?

Me: yes Honey.

Lou: Mama?

Me: what?

Lou:  Mama, when I'm a teenager will I do silly things?

Me:  Probably, teenagers usually do.

Lou:  Will I give you a headache?

Me:  Probably.  You probably will. 
Lou:  Then, when I grow up, I'm going to marry Bee, right?
Bee.  Mooooom.  Tell him again that he can't marry me. 

*spell check does not seem to know doosey.  I assume you know what I'm saying here. The cat and I are heading to bed early, I won't be researching the word any further.