As the festivities calmed down I declared, "Alright, I'm going down stairs. Who's coming with me?"
Ireson jumped up and then off the bed onto me and excitedly hollered, "I'm going wiff you!"
My response was of a joyous sort as I laid on the kisses and zuberts: "Oh goodie- I like myself some Ireson! Do you like your Mama too?!"
To which he replied: "Yeah...but I like Daddy the best!"