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.
Oh, that is TOO adorable Jen. You handled that beautifully…including the muttering under your breath.