It had to happen sometime (says this child of divorce). The parents of one of Kid’s friends are divorcing, and the mom moved into a condo.
It’s not the first couple we know divorcing around here, but it seems to be the first divorce that is truly registering with Kid’s 5-year-old brain.
I mean, truly registering.
Now, whenever the hubs and I have a
pissin’ match slightly heated conversation on whether half-empty dishwashers should be run, the Kid waves her finger at my face and shouts–
“Mommy, do you want to have a CANOE??!!! ‘Cuz that’s what’s gonna happen!!”