Oh, my little moo. . . and the things that come out of his mouth.
And. . .here is how it went.
Me: Moo. . .do you know what love is?
Moo: Yes, Mama, it is you. You are love.
(okay. . .melting heart and eyes fill with tears! Love that boy.)
He continues. . . “Mama, love is also when I piddle on Kelly’s floor. Then. . . she gets mad because I missed the toilet. But then, I cry for a minute, and then she forgives me. Mama, that is love.”
Yes, my little moo. . . that is love.
Me: Moo. . .who do you love?
Moo: I love ollie, and heho, and dada, and bauer, and you! And you all love me the best!