At about the same time Will Carrier was commenting on my post that Tony was most certainly my boyfriend, I received an email from my mother with the transcript of the exchange she and my son had this weekend:
My Mom: Mommy told me that you met her friend Tony.
My son: He is one of Mommy’s boyfriends.
My Mom: Mommy told me he is a very very special boyfriend.
My Mom followed this with advice that perhaps I should share with my son at an opportune time that when one has a “special boyfriend” you sleep with only that person – you don’t sleep with all boyfriends. She reminded me kids learn what they see much more than what they are told.
I got this email in a meeting. It made me giggle because my first thought was “Tony is my boyfriend?!” Followed quickly by thought of having multiple boyfriends, then the philosophy of polyamory.
Tonight I tried to float the idea with my son that Tony was my only “special friend”. He was having none of it, insisting that my boyfriend was Daddy. I countered that Daddy was Colleen’s boyfriend. Nope, not according to my kid. I decided the lesson could wait for another night.