This morning, Jonah crawled into bed next to me, wiggled himself up into the pillows until we were practically nose-to-nose, and said:
Momma, I love you. I am saving all of my love for you.
This afternoon, as we were driving home from music class, and granted, he WAS tired…
Momma, I want to have another cupcake when we get home.
No, Jonah. You already had one cupcake today. One is enough.
I don’t like you. I want to trade you for a DIFFERENT Momma.
Yeah, well, so it goes.
There is this list of words that I’ve been meaning to record here. Words he insists on continuing to say in his own way, the way he first said them. There is a common thread with some. Others I cannot remember this minute and may return to this post to add later.
Compsiggnayphus (bonus points to dino-philes who can decode this one)
The Whole Entire State Building