The other night while I was giving the boys a bath, I told Jude that some day he would grow up and get married. 

He looked at me like “o.k. that sounds alright”. 

Then…

I dropped the bomb on him.

“You will grow up and marry some girl and you will live in your own house with her”.

As the tears began to well in his eyes I knew I had crossed the four year old barrier.

His poor little mind was racing.

“But…I don’t want to live any where else, I want to live with you”.

Immediately back peddling I said “oh of course you can live with me; you can live here as long as you want”.

I might live to regret this some day.

Right now I am alright with him staying with me for at least another 14 years.