Brian asked me (his Mom) to marry him on Saturday. It was quite sweet, actually, he said pretty please and wanted to get married on Sunday. I tried to let him down gently, and he sweetened the deal by offering to show me all his toys.
Daddy had to break it to him that I was already married to Daddy, and couldn't marry more than one person at once. For a bit, there was a stand off - my husband and my son both "fighting" for my hand. Sweet, but a little bit disturbing somehow.
When Brian got the concept that I couldn't marry him, however, I got dropped like a hot potato. I leaned over to kiss him and tell him I still love him, and he jumped out of my way, called me a kissing statue, and went to play with his brother.
Jilted.
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