Logan: (sitting on my lap while I clip his nails in the bathroom) “Mom, where’s Dad?”
Me: “I can hear him in the other bathroom.”
Logan: “No, those are rats. They can be that loud. Louder, even.”
Logan: “Mom, is this math problem right?”
Me: “Hang on.”
Magnadoodle: “9 + 12 – 3 + 6 + 5 – 7 = 22”
Me: “Wow, great job.”
Logan: “How about this one?” (scribbles)
Magnadoodle: “50 x 4 + 5 + 7 = 212”
Me: (staring)
Logan: (giggling)
Me: “Do you do these at school?”
Logan: “No, I just figured it out. I’m gonna save this til Monday and my teacher will be so surprised.”
Me: (considering the nature of a Magadoodle and the presence of other children) “Or, you could just do another one for her!”
Dylan: “Mommy, I love you so much, I love you more than anyone else in the whole world, I love you about a hundred million and five.”
Awww your kids are so sweet. How old are they? Can you send them over to help my daughter and I with math?
aww i cant wait for those days. a few more years…
Wow…that’s a lot of love. My kids only love me a million and three.
When my son says he loves you fifty one? You know you’ve made it.
Fifty one is his biggest number, for anything.
(the other kid? The one destined to be a sports superstar and/or lawyer? HE talks trillions)
Heh, “louder, even.”
Couldnt you just eat them with a spoon sometimes??
a hundred million and five is quite a bit.
Kids are fun, aren’t they?
Too sweet for words.
Your kids are great.
My son told me he loved me today. Then I asked him what he wanted.