Okay, my heart is officially broken. The real world, it has broken through our little bubble, and everyday little nuggets like this one pop out.
My sweet firstborn boy, carefully examining the youthful, bright blue-and-green repeating dinosaur pattern on his pajamas last night said, “Mom, is this cam-U-flage?”
“Uh, yes, I guess you could call it that,” I choke out. “See how that kind of pattern would make it easy for you to hide in, say, a garden?”
“So, Mom,” he says, ignoring my garden reference. “Can we get cam-U-flage shirt and pants?”
Thank you, Henry, for falling off the bed just then! I’m so not ready to have a conversation about “army guys” and soldiers and war. For like 30 more years.