Every morning he says “whatda we have?” This morning my response was “dance class”. He replies “Chuckie cheese?’ I say, “No, Johnny you didn’t earn it.”. Then he places his forehead against mine and kisses my nose gently.
This is the typical morning with John first thing. He usually turns into a clown by tickling me, burping or farting. But, he always says “exxxxxcuse me”. He’s polite like that.
This morning for some reason he also asked for Grandpa and signed it. I feel like his presence is here to say Happy Mother’s Day as well.
I am the luckiest mom in the world to have been chosen by John. He’s a clown, loving, feisty, polite, and more…and somehow I feel like I had nothing to do with all that. I love this kid to bits!
Happy Mother’s Day!!!