Nicky and I had the following conversation the other night at dinner:
Nicky: momma. you bring me home from russia?
Momma: Yes, we sure did.
Nicky: and daddy too?
Momma: Yep. Momma and Daddy went to Russia and brought you home to live with us.
Nicky: (while rubbing my arm and looking at me adoringly) thank you momma. i love you.
Momma: I love you too, Nicky.
Nicky: you my favorite momma. (followed by a kiss on the back of my hand, and a complete change in subject).
Now, I'm not quite sure whether or not he said I was his favorite because I was wearing his favorite color (green), or if it's true. Either way, I'll take it!
1 comment:
awwwwwwwwww
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