So I'm tucking E. into bed the other night.
"I love you so much," I say as I snuggle him into bed.
"I love you more," he replies.
"No," I say, "you don't. You could never love me more."
"Why?" he asks.
I hand him his Lovey Pup and say "You'll understand when you're a Daddy someday. You can't really understand how much your parent loves you until you're a parent."
He thinks about this for a minute, then says,
"Well, you can never understand how much I love you because you're not me."
Smart boy. He's right.
Love that he sticks up for himself.
We're all working hard around here to ensure dental decay with a huge bag of salt water taffy Asia brought home from his trip to the coast. My favorite flavor? Caramel Apple. Yum. The caramel is actually caramelly - not just caramel flavored.
I love caramel. Although strangely enough, I'm not a huge fan of real caramel apples. They're so messy. Fun to make though, and very impressive - especially if you dip them in all sorts of mini chocolate chips and nuts and other delicious goodies. I once had people in a near-frenzied state trying to get one of my caramel apples at a party. Seriously.
Memorial Day Weekend sort of snuck up on me... didn't really even realize it was coming up until a couple of days ago. We don't have any real plans, so I'm thinking it's just going to be another long weekend with extra people running around my house on Monday making my normal Monday cleaning impossible. Maybe we'll take a family bike ride, assuming that the weather cooperates.
And hey - how about that Taylor Hicks? I'm SO ready for a CD from this guy. I'll buy it the day it comes out. LOVE his voice. And the results show? Over the top entertaining. The best one evah, people. SO fun and full of great music. And Taylor won. SO glad about that.
I'm baking banana bread this afternoon.
Want to come over for a slice?
I'll put on a pot of coffee.
"I love you so much," I say as I snuggle him into bed.
"I love you more," he replies.
"No," I say, "you don't. You could never love me more."
"Why?" he asks.
I hand him his Lovey Pup and say "You'll understand when you're a Daddy someday. You can't really understand how much your parent loves you until you're a parent."
He thinks about this for a minute, then says,
"Well, you can never understand how much I love you because you're not me."
Smart boy. He's right.
Love that he sticks up for himself.
We're all working hard around here to ensure dental decay with a huge bag of salt water taffy Asia brought home from his trip to the coast. My favorite flavor? Caramel Apple. Yum. The caramel is actually caramelly - not just caramel flavored.
I love caramel. Although strangely enough, I'm not a huge fan of real caramel apples. They're so messy. Fun to make though, and very impressive - especially if you dip them in all sorts of mini chocolate chips and nuts and other delicious goodies. I once had people in a near-frenzied state trying to get one of my caramel apples at a party. Seriously.
Memorial Day Weekend sort of snuck up on me... didn't really even realize it was coming up until a couple of days ago. We don't have any real plans, so I'm thinking it's just going to be another long weekend with extra people running around my house on Monday making my normal Monday cleaning impossible. Maybe we'll take a family bike ride, assuming that the weather cooperates.
And hey - how about that Taylor Hicks? I'm SO ready for a CD from this guy. I'll buy it the day it comes out. LOVE his voice. And the results show? Over the top entertaining. The best one evah, people. SO fun and full of great music. And Taylor won. SO glad about that.
I'm baking banana bread this afternoon.
Want to come over for a slice?
I'll put on a pot of coffee.
I love snuggly lovey dovey sons :)
ReplyDeleteMmmmm banana bread. I'll be right over.
Mmmmm....Banana bread.
ReplyDeleteI'm SO there.
I'll bring the creamer, Cathy. I can't wait to join you. ;)
ReplyDeleteI love little boys with big hearts! Giovanni has learned to coat me with sweet honey when he's in desire of something. The latest phrase is "You're so lovely, beautiful, adorable mom" and of course, I reply with "What is it you want?" He in turn says "Nothing, I just love you" Then about 10 minutes later, "Mom, did you say we could have a root beer float?" Clever boy!!!! If I had the root beer and vanilla ice cream, we would be foaming happy. Instead, we play Star Wars Monoply and have popcorn and sprite. Still a win for him in my book.
ReplyDeleteTaylor Hicks ROx! My husband George predicted Katherine. Ooohh - poor baby!