I’m beginning to realize that when SB (small boy) randomly comes up and tells me he loves me, that somewhere in the house something’s gone terribly wrong. I used to get all gushy and buy into his little charade, but now my Spidey Senses kick in and I go into super detective mode.
Things that I’ve discovered “I love you” can mean in the past week or so:
He’s closed the box the cats been playing in and trapped him “so that they can play forever”.
Hot Wheels look great piled up in the toilet.
He’s painted the dog again. Purple and blue like Sulley from Monsters inc.
Since the car was so close, he painted some dots on it to match the dog.
Something broke but he didn’t do it, Woody or Buzz did.
It’s fun to paint the wall with Chapstick!
Or the bathroom mirror with sparkly blue toothpaste!
And if he adds a kiss to the “I love you”, it’s most likely that I should gather up him and the pets, alert the neighbors and evacuate the area.
Could you tell me where you live? I’d like to avoid that city — hell, maybe the whole state, when SB turns twelve. (Hilarious post.)
Let’s just say we live in southern California and in 12 years he’ll be driving. I may move away too! Thanks for the nice words.
Your post never fail to brighten up my day!
With love from Singapore!