Like Mother Like Son

James and I have either the beginning stages of a cold or alergies. We are both stuffed up in the head and tired. Im voting for cold.

Either way, we were laying on the couch reading a book (Frog and Toad Are Friends) together yesterday when my son stops me with a kiss on the cheek.

Son: I love you momma.
Me: I love you too.
Son: Nothing can't break up our love, I'll love you forever.
Me: I'll love you forever too. You're right nothing will break my love.
Son: Not even if a criminal comes in the house will it break our love.
Me: (huh? criminal? what?) Uh, yeah, not even that will break our love.

Yep, he thinks like his mom. Off the wall, oddball stuff floating around in his little noggin. Im so proud.