He doesn't believe in tooth fairies. When his tiny teeth fell (3 to be exact), I was coaxing him so hard to put them under his pillow. "Nah.. I dont really want to. I just want to show Papah. That's all..
For his Halloween party, he didn't want a spidey or superman suit because..durh..it's not like they can make him fly or shoot webs. I swear I could see him rolling his eyes.
Sometimes even after his cousin Harry Potter hit him, he talks about him fondly. I couldn't help but ask, "Why are you still so nice to him?"
"It's ok.. I don't mind," came the reply.
Many times, I sit on the couch, and he asks, "Want a pillow for you back?'
This morning, he woke and wanted my super
When I was sick, he came to check my temperature by touching my forehead, and rushed to simmer chinese medicine herbs in a claypot on a campfire. (LOL...LOL...LOL!)
When I got better, he said, "Mom, I'm glad you had a good rest and are feeling better now."
In the rain, he cautioned his nai nai, "Xiao xin, nai nai... Don't fall down ah...."
And..he is turning shix on Saturday. Hawaiian Six -o, can you hula-hula believe it?
I hope he continues to love me and others so tenderly. Being 41 shouldn't be any different from being 40, eh?