"Gio, I love you," I say.
"Okay, Mommy I love you, too," he says.
"I love you so much!" I say.
"Stop," he says.
"But I just love you!" I say.
"That's enough love, Mommy," he says.
"Really?" I ask. "But why?" Now, I'm sounding like the three year old.
"Because you're harassing me," he says.
Where on Goddess's violet (nerdy aura joke) Earth did he learn that?
A. Big Brother
B. Mommy
C. All of the above
4 comments:
you answered the question I was going to ask in my comment. omg, are you psychic?
My daughter even tells me she loves me while sitting on the potty. Ah, love!
Yes I am psychic. In fact, I open for readings!
Potty love is better than potty humor, though potty humor is pretty good.
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