Last week while scratching Huckle's back and talking before bed:
Huckle: Mommy, did I cry a lot when I started to live here?
Me: Well, yes, you did cry a lot.
H: Why?
M: I don't know. Do you know why? Were you sad, or scared, or angry?
H: I think I was a baby, and sometimes babies cry for their mommies, and I didn't know you were my mommy yet.
M: Hmm. Maybe.
H: But now I am big and brave and strong. And you are my big brave strong mommy.
Yeah, I cried like a baby.
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3 comments:
Lovely...big and brave.
He's grown up so much!
I know. Wild, isn't it? He's such a old souled person in a roly-poly body. And carseat hair. And lots of letter subsitutions in his speech.
I can hardly stand how cool he is.
Dang... this was so touching. I can't believe how much he has changed since he came to live with you.
You are a brave mommy!
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