Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Favorites.

Every night my mom and I have a tiny ritual. She always says, "William, you're my favorite favorite favorite tiny boy."

And I always say, "Mom, I'm your only tiny boy."

And then she always says, "It wouldn't matter if I had fifty tiny boys, you'd still be my favorite favorite favorite tiny boy. In the whole world, William! You'll always be my favorite tiny boy."

And then I always say, "And you'll always be my favorite favorite favorite mom, too, Mom."

3 comments:

Wowee meowee.