Relating

Thomas has started going to Mother's Morning Out three days a week rather than just the two. I am reveling in his changed personality, both at school and at home. Plus, I am loving the extra time I get with just him on days when I get to leave the girls here while I go to pick him up. I enjoy hearing him tell of his mornings adventures and quiz me on the things he has learned.

"Mommy, did you know that queen starts with 'qwa, qwa, qwa'? Can you think of anything else that says 'qwa', Momma?"

These conversations are fun, and hearing how he views things helps me to understand him better.

As we were driving down the road today, he told me how glad he was that I was his Mommy. (And everybody says 'Awwwwwwww!') I replied that I was sure glad that God had given me him, and that he was my favoritist little boy ever.

'Your great, Momma, just great. I think you are my great-great, ummm, great-greatmother. I mean, my great-great-great-great grandmother.'

Bwahahahahaha!

'Buddy, I am just your Mommy. Not your grandmommy.'

'But your so great, Mommy. Can't you be my great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother?'

'No, Buddy. I just get to be your Mommy. But I am glad you think I am so great!'

'Are you sure, Mommy?'

'Pretty sure, Thomas.'

'Awwwwww, okay.'

Tough thing, figuring out those family ties.

Of course, the reason I post this is because it made my head and heart swell. And I need to gloat over document anything that boosts my ego. I know the water ahead could be rough, and I will need to reflect upon the Sweet & Innocent years!