"Boys, today is a special day. It's my anniversary. That means it's the day that I married Daddy. It's our anniversary."
"Yeah, but it's not Daddy's, because he died."
"Oh, it's still his too. He's just not here to celebrate it."
"Oh. It's still his, too?"
"Definitely still his."
"Do you know what it means to get married?"
"Ohhhh! It's like that part at the beginning of The Incredibles when he stands at the front of the church and waits for ElastiGirl."
"It is. Just like that. Daddy waited there for me. And I wore a beautiful white dress. I was a bride."
"Mommy, I'm so happy. I'm so glad you married Daddy. I always wanted you to. I like you."
"I like you too, kiddo."
"Can you drive through that puddle? Can you make a big splash?"
"Sweet! Hey! Two motorcycles! When I'm a Daddy, I'm going to drive a motorcycle."
"Sounds great, kiddo. Just always wear a helmet."
I taught my boys the word 'anniversary' today.
Maybe Robb is telling our other two children about our anniversary, too.