and everything else, except Mom-Mom.
So, last weekend Nana, Daddy, Lil G and I decided to make an spontaneous trip to our favorite place. Lil G LOVED it. He loved the water, he loved being on a boat, he loved seeing all the boats. Well, he hated the sand, but he loved most everything else. I know he loved it, because he said so.
“I love you, boat!”
“I love you, pirate ship!”
“I love you, Nana!”
“Bye, bye, Michigan, I love you!” (Being an avid OSU fan this one was really hard to take…)
“I love you, big, big truck!”
“I love you, Daddy” (OK, this one I mind less than the others.)
I think you get the point. The boy was full of love. And, still is. Since we’ve been home, the proclamations of love have continued:
“I love you, Sissy".”
“I love you, Elmo.”
“I love you, Ricky.” (As in Ricky Gervais, as in talking to a Youtube video.)
“I love you, raisins.”
Now, I’m getting upstaged by Youtube and raisins? The hell?!?!?!!?!?!?!?
My mom says maybe he doesn’t know what “I love you” means. I think maybe he’s fucking with me…