Snuggling in bed tonight after reading and chatting about this and that...
We talk about one of his classmates who had been absent for a long time and was back today for the first time, and had a hard time. I guess he had a tantrum when his parents left. Joe-Henry felt really bad for him, and we talked about ways he might be able to be a good friend to this little boy.
"Mom, I'm so proud to be me. Are you proud to be you?"
I guess I'd better be, huh. So I answer in the affirmative, and we lay on the pillow, and I tell him how proud I am of him, of his smart brain and good, good heart.
He's quiet a moment, then says in a voice filled with real emotion
"Mom, I love you so much.
I love it when you smile at me, your big smile.
And of course, your nostrils....
Come on! It's comedy!"
It's not fair, but it doesn't matter. I'm a sucker for the funny guys.
Mahogany Tofu (aka Mock au Vin)
2 days ago