Train

On the train, I sat behind a couple and their two kids (boys). I could hear parts of their conversation, and the mom was answering some of the older boy’s questions about where babies come from. The dad seemed to be distracted by the window and didn’t really say all that much. The mom didn’t give the exact scientific way that babies are conceived, but more of the love and care about each other definition.

Best question he asked:

Mommy? Why does God sometimes give babies to young teenagers?

The whole family was incredibly, sickeningly sweet. At one point, both kids were on their parents’ laps, the dad joking about how the oldest boy (7) only had "eleven more years before he was on his own." When he asked his dad how long until he turned fifty, he also said it would be "eleven more years." To which the boy replied "We’re the same!" Lots of kissing and joking around – ideal family moment.

Not 20 minutes later, the older boy was slugging his younger brother in the arm, the two of them fighting over who got to use the crayons and the paper. Crying and yelling and fighting. I guess this is what life with kids must be like.

Best quotation during the fighting phase was when the younger brother (whose face was red, and was in tears):

Mommy! He called me a crybaby!!!