So. We have this bedtime ritual. You know how those things grow - I say to the CleverMonkey
"I love you more than bubble baths."
and he says
"I love you more than homemade cookies."
and off he goes to pretend to sleep...
So yesterday had been a yelling, angry day. Aunt Flo arrived at dinner time and I realized that I might have been over-reacting a little, so I pulled out all the stops at bedtime...
"I love you more than chocolate ice cream, more than polar fleece pajamas, more than bacon and eggs for dinner."
and his response...
"I love you as much as Thomas the Tank Engine. No, wait. Well, I love you more than Percy maybe. Or maybe Murdoch the Cranky Engine. No, actually Mommy, I really do love Thomas an awful lot."
Ah well, I was in the top five for a while there...
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I want to give you a point for using the phrase "Aunt Flo" but I just can't bring myself to do it because you freely admitted to loving your child more than chocolate ice cream.
Well... you know... it's a family blog... I usually use commie menace, but it's occasionally offensive. :)
Note: yesterday I loved my child more than ice cream, not so sure about today.
+1 WMP if all those Thomas trains are the lead paint flavor!
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