I love my son. I love that he loves his momma, and awakens me some days with "Good morning Momma. I love you. You're my best friend." Love him.
One recent morning, I was awakened by his sweet sing-songy voice asking, "Mommy would you wash my hands??"
Groggily, slowly, I sit up and respond, "Sure, Son. What's on your hands?"
"Poopy."
Thank goodness for those other mornings.
I love when they say things that just make your heart melt. It makes the "i have poop on my hands" situations a lot better to handle
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