The L Word

On Sunday we went up to Uxbridge to see Santa on the Santa Train. On longer car rides, things tend to go one of three ways:

A. He crashes out and I can silently sing along to Meatloaf’s Bat Out Of Hell (best car song ever).

B. He gets enthralled in his video and is silent the whole time.

C. He decides we should have some deep discussion. Religion. Dinosaurs. Cancer.

Well, on Sunday, thank god I wasn’t hungover because it was C. And the topic? Love.

Will – ‘Hey Mom. Have you ever had a true love?’

Me – (with raised eyebrows) ‘Yes Will I have. I’ve been lucky to have had a few real loves.’

Will – ‘Oh so you have had boyfriends right? What were their names?’

Me – (hmm how many do I admit to? God this was like an awkward third date number discussion!) ‘Norm, Mike, Jordan, Chris, Scott….'(then I let my voice trail off I think).

Will – ‘Mom. I really wish that you would fall in love with someone.’

Me – (giggling at this point). ‘Me too. Trust me. I’d really love that too. But how would you like that? You’d have to share me with someone.’

Will – ‘I think I’d really like it because it would make you really happy. And then you guys can get married, we could have a huge party and I could have a dad.’

Me – (thinking aha…there we have it).

Will – ‘And if you got married and you decided you didn’t really like each other that much, you could just move to different houses like my friends mom and dad.’

Me – ‘Well Bud. You never know. Maybe someday.’

Will – ‘Okay let’s just listen to the Vinyl Cafe’

And cue end of conversation. Thank god.

So simple right? You just find someone, fall in love and see how it works. If it doesn’t you just move. If only life was as simple as a six year-old can make it.

If only.