Yesterday a good friend of mine joined us for dinner. Staring directly into her chest, Mo professed, "You're so beautiful!"
Later, when it was bed time, he asked her: "Can you come upstairs and sleep with me? Or at least chase me around the room and pretend to be a monster?"
Daddy, suppressing a laugh, whispered to me, "You got to admit, he comes up with some pretty good lines."
1 year ago