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!"
1 comment:
that must be the curse of the mummy: to give all the loving and time but never get to be the favorite. humph is right.
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