My son sat next to me on the couch the other day and said, “Mama, today when I was sleeping I saw you.”

“You saw me while you were sleeping?” I asked him.

“Yes, I saw you.”

“Well that means that you were dreaming. If you see things while you are sleeping you are dreaming. You understand?”

“Oh,” he said with his head leaned slightly to the side.

“Mama, I saw you outside in the car. You was kissing your boyfriend.”

“I was what?”

“You was just kissing and kissing and kissing. And you was hiding from the big man. You were bending down like this.” He bends low to demonstrate.

“What big man?” I ask him.

“The big man.” he responds as if I should know already. “And when I woke up, I was crying. Cuz I didn’t want you to be with him. I wanted you to be with me.”

Whoa… He’s cool with his daddy having a girlfriend, but he doesn’t want Mama to have a boyfriend. Not that I have any contenders, but you never know…