Today, my sweet son and I had the same conversation not once, not twice, but at least three times... maybe even more than that.
I said, "Wesley, I love you." To which he replied...
"I love my school bus."
Three times. At least. So much for loving your mother!
(He loves it so much he broke the stop sign off. He was devastated.)
(P.S. Happy 1-11-11 everyone! Can't wait for Veteran's Day this year.)
3 comments:
Wait until he replies with something nonsensical like "No. You don't love me. Daddy loves me." That's when the fun times of head-scratching wondering where you went wrong begin. :)
Awe, you just have to remember whey he said he loved you. Remember that blog post?
Just don't ever ask who their favorite parent is. I made that mistake today and didn't like the answer I got. (Is it ok to lose the competition to your spouse...maybe it's a little better than losing to a truck! ha ha)
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