Sometimes N just surprises the heck out of me sometimes. Tonight's conversation over dinner was one of those times.
N: Will I ever have a dad again?
TS: Dad will always be your dad.
N: I know, but will I ever have like a real dad that lives with us?
TS: Maybe, if I fall in love with a man and you get along well with him.
N: So you have to love him, and he has to be nice to me?
TS: Yes, that's pretty much it.
N: What about BJ?
TS: What about him? Do you like him?
N: Yeah, he's like a rock star.
TS: Really? Well, he lives a very long way away, and I'm not even divorced yet so I think we should just wait a while before we go there.
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I bet you were inwardly grinning from ear to ear!
Ditto to freebird's comment! A "rock star"? Wow. High praise!
He knows about you and BJ?!
FB - Absolutely!
Bunny - That is N's highest form of praise, bestowing the beloved "rock star" label.
Summer - Oops! Forgot I hadn't mentioned that here. See my next post.
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