One odd conversation ...

On our way home from Alexander's swim class today, out of the blue, he asked: "Mommy, can I meet your Mommy?" I was, of course, surprised to hear him ask me this.

The following exchange then ensued between us.

"Sure. You will get to meet her as soon as the opportunity presents itself", I said.

"I hope soon. At least before she dies."

"What made you say that?", I asked.

"Remember Lolo? I met him first and then he died."

"Would you be sad if you don't meet Lola?", I asked.

"Does she know what I look like?"

"I guess so", I said.

"You should send her my pictures so she knows how I look like".

"I am pretty sure she knows some things about you", I said reassuringly.

"It's ok. I still have Farmor anyway". And so ends our small talk about Lola.

I am quite amazed at Alexander's inquisitive mind. He has a lot of questions about the nature of things, about life and death, about family, about all other things of interest to him. Lately, he's asked about his relations on my side of the family - his Lolo and Lola, my siblings, my cousins, my aunts and uncles. He would ask if he has cousins at all. He's heard of his friends' big family gatherings, cousins here and there, aunts and uncles coming and going. He's wondering, of course. Otherwise, for Alexander, his family is just Mom and Dad and Farmor and Faster, and Tita Fats and Tita Dainty.