Yesterday after church, Hawk and I were busy making pudding. He has become quite the little helper in the kitchen lately. Anyway, he says to me, "mom, what's a babe?" For a moment I am stunned. I am thinking, what is his dad teaching him when I am not around! So I ask, "where did you hear that word?" "In a song at church," he says.
Oh, okay. So I say, "a babe is a baby."
"I don't think so," he says.
Our conversation ended there because we got busy licking the bowl from our pudding. Later that night I attended a church meeting where I sat next to Hawkins primary teacher. I was telling her about our talk about babes, and she confirmed that indeed they had been singing a song about "a new born babe". So, when I get home from my meeting I tell Hawkins that I had talked to his teacher and that the "babe" he heard in the primary song means a baby. He says to me, "well, it doesn't mean that any more!"
"Okay," I say, "so what is a babe?"
"A person you marry," he announces.
I immediately burst into laughter, and look over at Scott who is a few feet away listening to the conversation. He had the biggest "that's my boy grin" on his face I had ever seen!
A little later that night I ask Hawkins, "so, are you a babe?"
"No!"
"Am I a babe?"
He blushes and grins a big grin. "Yethththth!" (thats a yes with the lisp in full effect, which makes it even sweeter!)
My boy can be a pill sometimes, but he always makes me laugh and smile! Reminds me of his babe of a father! ; )
