Last night when I crawled into Davey's bed to read a bedtime book I said, "Hey, do you know who my favorite four year old is?" "Who" he asked. "You!" I said. Then he said to me, "Well do you know who my favorite 80 year old is?" "Who?" I asked. "You," he said. "How old am I??" "Eighty," he answered. :)
Bear, you are my favorite 80 year old too :) That boy loves you more than anything in the world, I am sure he meant that as a compliment
ReplyDeleteOH MY....If you are 80, I am over 100. We are looking pretty good! Love, NiNi
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