A mom could begin to get a little sensitive over this; but as I tucked him in one night, I found out that I "read the stories wrong"! (Let alone assisting him with teeth brushing)
"Not like that Mommy!", he chimed over and over again as we got ready for bed.
Finally, I told him that Mommy and Daddy do things like reading differently, just like we sing different good-night songs. (Daddy sings a plethora of Beatles songs including Black Bird and Good Night from the White Album)
So with that being said, tonight the G.I.D. was working late and Harrison and I had a picnic dinner on the living room floor. As settle into eating out sandwiches, Harrison says:
"So. Mommy."Then he points to his eye and says, "I"
"Yes, Harrison?"
"I wanna tell you a secret."
"What's that?"
He whispers, "I love you, mommy."
"I love you, too."
"I. Love. You."
Points to his heart, "Love."
Points to me, "You."
Daddy taught him that.
6 comments:
Oh. My. That is so very, very cute. great job, Daddy!
Oh my goodess, that is the ultimate in cuteness and sweetness!!! Score, Daddy!
That is so precious!
What a sweetheart! If THAT doesn't melt your heart, nothing can!
okay, totally adorable!
Daddy rocks.
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