Andrew is a master at not giving you what you want, but doing it in a winsome way. We've been playing a little game at bedtime where I slowly say, "I - Love - Andrew." A couple nights ago he gave me back an, "I - Love - Daddy." Since that night, he's caught onto how much I enjoy hearing he loves me and has decided to deprive me of the joy.
Two nights ago at dinner, he followed my profession of love with, "I - Love - Hot Dogs." He even pauses long enough after the word love to make me think he might be saying daddy. Tonight, during bedtime, I tried to lead him to saying he loves me. Here's how it went.
Me - "I - Love - Andrew."
Andrew - "I - Love - - Mommy."
Me - "I - Love - B-mom."
Andrew - "I - Love - Fykey."
Me - "I - Love - Grand daddy."
Andrew - "I - Love - Grandma Mel."
Me - "I - Love - Mommy."
Andrew - "I - - Love - - - Brother!"
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