I was just snuggling with parker and reading him some books (again). This boy, he loves them books. Sometimes, when i see him come walking around the corner with his seventeenth stack of books in an hour, i run and hide. Please don't ever let him have difficulty with reading or writing because i will surely look back on those moments and feel really bad.
Anyway, I said to him; "i really love you parker, do you love me?"
"I love you and dedmumblemumblemumble." He says.
"You love me and dad?"
"I love you and dedmumblemumblemumble." He says.
"You love me when i'm dead?" Worried.
"I love you in bed!" He says frustrated.
"You love me in bed?!"
"Yes, it is so good."
Perhaps the family bed was not the best option.
Posted by Jess at 03:53 PM Permalink

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Ah, sometimes I wish we had used the family bed. I love love love cuddling with Franklin in the cold mornings.
Of course, the grass, it is always greener over yonder...
Posted by Ada | March 8, 2006 06:44 PM