My three-year-old son, the Tiny Man, just tried to climb in my lap with his coloring book, wanting to sit and color with me. I told him he should sit at the table and color because there's no room on my desk, so he said, "But I want to sit wiss you betause I wuv you so much and you are my most peshus bee-yoo-ful Mommy in the whole wide world of Texas." I said “Aww, I love you, too,” and gave him a big ol' squeezy hug and gave him a "tiss" and we had a sweet moment. Then he put his cold little hands on my cheeks, looked in my eyes and said, “Mommy, don’t fweeze me too hard. I dotta poop.”
Moment over.
Moment over.
1 comment:
That is just too cute. You'll be glad you recorded this conversation. Also, you can use it against him when he starts to date. Sorry you have personal knowledge of jean shrinkage, as I do.
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