In the mornings Simon has been telling me I look pretty (sometimes even 'very pretty') as I am leaving the house. It makes me feel nice every time. Sunday morning, unshowered and still in my pjs, he told me I looked pretty. It still made me feel nice.
Simon [in a grunty, straining voice]: I'm pooping - go far away!
Simon: Mama, Are you happy?
Me: I'd be happier if you kept your slobber in your mouth.
[wiped his very slobbery face on his and my arm]
Simon: Mama, are you really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really happy?
Me: Yes, I am.
Me: I'd be happier if you kept your slobber in your mouth.
[wiped his very slobbery face on his and my arm]
Simon: Mama, are you really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really happy?
Me: Yes, I am.
Simon [Looking down into the water while sitting on the potty]: Daddy, there's a mirror in the toilet!!
Simon: Let's talk about Mama
Daddy: Sure! Do you have the best Mama?
Simon: Yes!!
Daddy: What's your favorite thing about Mama?
Simon [after thinking about that for a minute]: Chicken nuggets
Simon: Bob the Builder has lots of trucks... and he has some ladies
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