Monday, November 30, 2009
So, today, as I was washing the morning dishes and my not-quite-2-year-old son played in the adjoining playroom...I sneezed.
"Beeees you!" a tiny voice called out.
I sneezed again.
"Beeeees you, Mama!" it called out again.
"Thank you, Jacky," I replied (in the same way I would to anyone who blesses me after a sneeze).
A few minutes later, I hear an itty bitty "kachoo!" come from the next room. Before I even have a chance to return the favor (and consider the fact that it's high time I dusted), I hear:
"Beeees you! Beeees you, Jacky!"
So fucking cute I could have bitten him, eaten him right there on the spot.
Lucky for him, I fought that urge and settled for a smooch and hug instead. (Ok, maybe I did bite him on the arm...just a little.)
Posted by Rosana V. at 12:05 PM