William was in his room playing by himself and seemed to be doing fine. My mother went into the room to put away some of her clothes. (We don't have a guest room, so her suitcase is in his room...cause William is spending his nights on the pullout sofa with Gaga). The conversation went like this:
William: Gaga, you broke my heart.
Gaga: I did what?
William: You broken my heart.
Gaga: How did I do that?
William: When you did not want to go to the mailbox with me. Now my red heart is in tiny pieces.
Where do kids get this stuff.....and is this just not the cutest thing you have ever heard?!?!?! It is an aaawwwwhhhhh moment. My boy......he is a love!
1 comment:
How sweet! And, perhaps a manipulator.
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