Me: Eat your breakfast, please.
Him: No, I want to eat something else.
Me: Eat your breakfast.
Him: I’m gonna eat… YOU!
Him: I’m gonna eat yoooouuuu!!
Me: Don’t eat me! I’m tough and yucky!
Him: No you’re not. You’re a dewicate fwower!
I pity the girl who breaks his heart… I’ve got my fava beans and a nice Chianti ready and waiting.
*sigh* Can’t I borrow him for a bit?
Smallish boy would have agreed with tough and yucky and added stinky like poop.
I read you everyday, you and your children make me laugh soo hard. You are a great read & inspiration.
P.S. I made those chocolate chip cookies, and YUM!
Okay Hannibal. But who can blame you? He’s not even my kid and I think I’d rip apart any girl that broke his heart.
He’s reading romance novels for bedtime, admit it.
Ya know…I’ve been calling you lotus blossom for years now…does that count as a dewicate fwower?
He’s right, you know. Smart kid.
I love finding excellent blogs, especially when they remind me of my own breakfast time.
Oh, that is so not how it goes down at our breakfast table.
Congrats on a beautiful child. I hope you never need that chianti…
That is absolutely precious. Thank you for sharing. In fact, while I’m on the subject, thank you for sharing many things with us, via your blog. I know my life is better just from being influenced by you and your great attitude. As for ‘regrets,’ we all have them. One day at a time, each day with its own surprises. You never know about a decision sometimes till years after, if then. We do what we think is best, and that’s the best we can do. I think you are an incredibly marvelous person. Want to go hang out at the movies and mall after while? My kids can babysit yours.