"Am I going to be a baby again?"
Isaac has asked me this a few times recently. It's hard to tell if he's relieved or disappointed when I tell him he will never be a baby again. I think he's somewhat disappointed, even though I tell him he can do many exciting things that babies can't do.
He is fascinated with being a baby. Many times a day he snuggles up to me and announces "Mama still has a little baby." Then he likes me to hold him like I was cradling an infant. And how little is he pretending to be? Yesterday he used his friend's two-month-old brother as a point of comparison and said, "I'm smallest than baby Wilder." (He meant "smaller," of course.)
I always tell him that he is only going to get bigger and bigger, older and older, until eventually he will be a man. Today, however, he had another question for me: "What happens after you're a man?"
I told him that after he's a man for a long time, he'll become an old man. Luckily he didn't ask what comes after that. Anyone else want to handle that question?
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