Luke's usual response to my professions of love is "me too". As in--
Me: I love you, Luke.
Luke: Me too.
Or
Me: You're my boy.
Luke: Me too.
Tonight I knelt by Luke's bed with our faces close together. His little fingers played with the curls of my hair and I patted his cheek.
"I love you infinity, Mom."
"I love you triple infinity, Luke."
"Acshully, I love you triple insipidy," he countered.
"Wow, that must be a lot." I said.
"It is." He paused and then continued, "Achsully, I love you more than when the numbers don't end."
"Me, too, Luke."
Technically the same as infinity, I guess, but I know exactly how he feels.
2 comments:
He can count to eleven on his ten fingers too.....
Where is that darn "like" button? I would hit it ten times for this post!
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