Last night, just before he drifted off, I whispered.......
Me: "I love you sweet boy".
E: {VERY sleepy} "I love you too Big Mommy".
Me: VERY audible gasp!
E: WIDE.AWAKE.
E: "Uh, I mean, I love you too middle-aged Mommy."
Me: "Evan, that's worse." {very high-pitched, I might add}
E: "Okay. Okay. Is that bad?" {real concern}
Me: "No, Evan, you can call me whatever you want." {actually very calm, no sarcasm}
E: "Well, at times like this, should I say, I love you Mommy."
Me: "Honestly, I'm just happy to be your Mommy. You can use any adjective you want, it's fine.
E: "What's an adjective?"
Me: "I'll explain that later. Nite sweet boy".
E: "Nite, pause, little Mommy."
Me: "Goodnight sweetest boy!".
This post probably makes no sense to anyone in this world but me.
That's okay.
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