this communication thing is overrated

I got to spend a little cuddle time with Elijah yesterday while the other kids were otherwise occupied: Ryan was working with his dad at our new church building; Wyatt was watching a show on t.v.; And Emily was playing outside.


We cuddled on the couch, and this conversation followed:


E: I luh you, Mama.


Me: Aw, I love you, too, Elijah.


E: You bewful, Mama.


Me: Thank you, baby. Mama thinks you're beautiful, too.


(more snuggling, and thinking this has got to be the sweetest kid EVER)


Then he turns and looks at me.


Me: Elijah, you have the prettiest blue eyes! What color are Mama's eyes?


(leaning in close and looking at me very intently)


E: Red.


Me: ...




a few minutes later




because I'm a slow learner




and a glutton for punishment




We sometimes play and tease so I scooped him into my lap and hugged him close.


Me: Elijah, whose boy are you?


E: ...


Me: Eliiiiiijah, whose boy are you?


E: (not answering and giggling like crazy)


Me: Are you Mama's boy?


E: No! I Carrie's boy! (giggling)


Me: Nuh uh! You're Mama's boy! (tickling and giggling, then he stops abruptly)


E: Fine. I Mama's boy. Whaddevuh.


Me: ...






Whatever.