Dear Son,
I felt it imperative to note this mornings conversation just after you'd woke and stumbled from bed into the front room to sit on my lap:
M: Good Morning... I love you
Y: Hi Mommy
M: Did you have nice sleep...?
Y: ......
M: Are you hungry?
Y: Hungry.
M: Want Mommy to make breakfast?
Y: Breakfast
M: What would you like . . . oatmeal? Eggs? Cereal?
Y: . . . Want Moon-pie.
[Well, I asked.]
[ for anyone NOT in the know ]
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