Wow. I didn't know what to say, so I said what was on my mind... "Two years ago, you couldn't talk. You had mommy very worried. But now you can talk and it doesn't worry me as much anymore, because you work very hard."
He responded, "I don't remember that. I only remember you singing me good night songs."
How I wish I could always see the good things through his eyes all the time. :)
He then asked me, "How does my food go from my mouth to my bum?"
So much for reflective questions! ;)
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