“So mum, am I a brother?”

JJ and I were in the bathroom last night getting ready for this bath when he says, "Am I a brother mum?"

I stood there quietly for a little while. He is a brother, only he doesn’t know it yet. He has a half sister and a half brother (same father as JJ’s, different mothers) living somewhere in England, that I know of, but how to explain this to a four year old. I’ll leave the explanations of his siblings to a later date when he’s a bit older.

"No, darling, you’re not a brother. You’re a son."

"I’m a son."

He was quite happy with this for a small amount of time.

"Will I be a brother one day?"

"Only if I have a baby."

"Will you have another baby?"

"I have to meet a man first."

"When will you meet a man?"

"Mummy’s trying", I muttered under my breath.