Last night, Brendan came out after bedtime to inquire hopefully whether I would come and snuggle with him. I agreed, thus earning a huge grin and a big "YIPPEEE!" We made shadow puppets (that all met a tragic end) on the wall and did some play by play analysis of his football game in PE before deciding to shift gears to gossip. Owen gleefully announced, "Ohh, I've got some JUICY gossip," which had B's immediate attention - "Gossip? I'm all ears!" They're so my children. We talked about their suspicions as to who likes who in their classes and B promptly divulged two sworn-to-secrecy tidbits. Then we talked for a while about their "groups" [aka besties] and the kids they struggle with and how they handle those issues at school. The talk turned to testing the boats they built in science to see how many pennies they could hold before they sink, who's the smartest kid in their class (requiring a separate convo about how "smartness" means lots of different things), whether Kevin Durant could beat the entire third grade in basketball, and how cool it would be to be able to run up a wall and do a back flip to escape the girl chasing you in tag. Far-ranging conversation topics for sure. At some point, B spotted the clock and cheered, "Mommy's been here for more than half an hour!"
I finally unwound from the snuggles and had just made my way into the kitchen when Brendan came racing in and announced, "I just forgot one last thing - to ambush you with hugs and kisses!" Not to be outdone, Owen immediately followed for a final flurry of hugs and I love yous. Seriously, how did I get so lucky?
[Updated: the next night, they excitedly asked "can we do gossip again tonight? and every night?" So we did, although we agreed that since "gossip is hard to come up with the second night, but news is actually easier!" we would start calling it "gossip and news and future plans." Cuteness.]