We were in the car, going to pick up my oldest son from school. I hear the sweet voice of my toddler saying “Mommy?” from the back seat.
Me: “Yes, baby?”
Him: “Ah wub woo.” (For those not familiar with toddler speak, that’s I love you!)
Me: I love you, too.
Him: Appa buhday! (Happy Birthday!)
It’s about 10 days late, but it’s still pretty sweet. It makes all the yuckiness (including that *very* nasty diaper I just changed and the fight that I’m going to have to break up momentarily) worth it. It reminds me that I must be doing something right, even if it feels like I’m not!
