Wassat you say?

" I love you.  I love you.  I love you.  I love you."  My little guy had me all in mushville telling me sweet wonderfullness through the closed window after I gave him a ride from his bus stop (it's only a few blocks away).  I was floating on air as I drove to pick up my big guy (much further than a few blocks away).  My little guy LOVES me!!!!  Yup, solid!

When I pick up my big guy he's standing oh-so-casually right by an old Corvette.  I begged him to let me take a picture of him beside it and he steadfastly refused.  "You should buy me a Corvette, mom."  Uh, yeah, right.  Every day when I drive him home we get to one spot where I have to have him recline his seat or lean WAY over so short little me can see clearly.  Almost every time he gripes about it.

"Hey, it's because you're a big kid with a big head, dude."  I grumble only half-way meaning for him to hear me.

"Both of those things are your fault, mom."  Oh, guess I don't have a snappy comeback for that one.  He's got some variety of accuracy on his side, after all.  (I love that kid!)

He did lean over, though, so I suppose I got my way in the end and still managed to show him who's boss. 

We got home and I went in to get more love from little guy, since he was being so generous and all.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, too!" I say as I enter his room.

"I was saying 'alligator food' not 'I love you.'"  I turn, leave the room, and go to a mirror in my bedroom.  I mouth "alligator food" and, dagnabbit, it does look just like "I love you."  Fricka-fracka!  Little guy wanders in and finds me testing the similarity of the two phrases.

"You should try mouthing 'vacuum'"  I did...done...check...note to self, don't ever mouth the word "vacuum" around my boss or my students' parents...things could go terribly wrong.