Son was less than two years old when Husband had his first bout of illness and had to go to hospital to undergo numerous tests and biopies, all of which produced mysterious results (it wasn’t until later that kidney cancer was diagnosed).
During one of our visits to the hospital, Son experienced his first full-blown asthma attack (long story and all is good now). Anyway, hours later, once we had said goodnight to Husband and left the hospital, equipped with ventolin and a nebuliser, Son, breathing properly again, looked out of the car window and became transfixed with the half moon that seemed to follow us all the way home.
“Moon bwoken,” he said, seriously.
When we got home, Son insisted that we go outside to look at the moon. After a few moments, he asked me, “Daddy can fixit?”
“Yes,” I said, holding back my tears.
A week or so later, with Husband home again, Son took both of our hands and toddler-rushed us outside where we all looked up to see a beautiful, full moon wrapped in a dark, cloudless sky.
Son then threw his chubby little arms around Husband’s neck and whispered, “Fank you, Daddy, you’re a vewy good boy!”
jmgoyder 
That’s so beautiful … out of the mouths of babes hey …
Yes
Kids are awesome, aren’t they? When my dad died, my daughter was so young, I didn’t take her to the funeral, thought it would be too much for her. Later, she asked if she could visit his grave. When we got there, she asked exactly how his body would lie under the ground, and she flopped down on top of the still grass-less dirt. I asked her what she was doing and she told me she was sitting on her grandpa’s lap.
That is delightful!
Oh Julie, that’s lovely.
Please excuse me, I seem to have something in my eye.
Thanks
That is the sweetest story. Don’t children say the funniest things. (I worked as a children’s nanny in the UK and Aust on/off for 10 years so I am well versed in Toddler Talk).
Toddler talk – ha!