Sweet Boy#3—“Can I love your feet?”
I have recently discovered that to Sweet Boy#3 loving=hugging. It makes sense, every time he says “I love you Momma” he gives me a big hug and isn’t that exactly what I do to him. I hug him, say that I love him. Now when I look back and recall all the times he has said: “I want to love you Momma” and holds his arms up for a hug, his grammar does not sound quite so atrocious.
Sweet Boy#2—“A couple a days ago Gregory and me got heart-attacked by soldier ants!” These are strange insects indeed.