After a good morning of play, James snuggled down beside me for his afternoon nap.
With a tired sigh, he reached his hand up to stroke my face and whispered to me with love in those half-closed eyes
"You dirty rat Mom, You dirty rat..."
I felt very loved, but I think we could work on terms of endearment.
2 comments:
Such a treasure that boy is!!
What a great memory! Its better than when Collin loving called my name and then told me that he hated me. :)
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