Wyatt: "Octangle!"
Me: "Huh? Do you mean octogon?"
Wyatt: "No, octangle. An octangle is a number. It's more than infinity!!!"
Me: "Huh? Do you mean octogon?"
Wyatt: "No, octangle. An octangle is a number. It's more than infinity!!!"
Wyatt: "Mommy, what does bwood smell yike?"
Me: "BLOOD? Ummm.... it smells like iron... metal..."
Wyatt: "It smells yike IRON MAN?"
I pulled Wyatt onto my chest and fell backwards onto the floor. His body went limp on me as we just lied together quietly. I whispered to him "Do you hear my heart?"
He nodded, and continued lying there quietly. It was so sweet.
Then he said softly, "Mommy, I know what your heart yooks yike."
I smiled, filled with love and contentment. "What does my heart look like?"
He said, "It yooks yike.... dead animals."
WHAT?
Good feeling gone!
LOL
Me: "BLOOD? Ummm.... it smells like iron... metal..."
Wyatt: "It smells yike IRON MAN?"
I pulled Wyatt onto my chest and fell backwards onto the floor. His body went limp on me as we just lied together quietly. I whispered to him "Do you hear my heart?"
He nodded, and continued lying there quietly. It was so sweet.
Then he said softly, "Mommy, I know what your heart yooks yike."
I smiled, filled with love and contentment. "What does my heart look like?"
He said, "It yooks yike.... dead animals."
WHAT?
Good feeling gone!
LOL
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