Tonight, Butternut declared, “Me love garlic.”
He does. We have a big jar of chopped garlic in the ‘fridge at all times, and he has recently wanted spoonsful of the stuff. Some days he reeks!
Outside of singing “You are my sunshine,” we’ve never heard Butternut use the word “love.” And, believe me, I’ve been listening for it.
At dinner, we were listening to a mixed tape (I’ve known Pumpkin for a long time) that Pumpkin made for me way back when. I sighed and told Butternut that I love Pumpkin very much.
Butternut said, “I love Pumpkin, too.” (Yes, Pumpkin, not Papa. I am Mama, he is Pumpkin. We didn’t encourage that; it’s just the way it is. We don’t know why.)
“Oh,” I said, “that’s so nice to hear.”
“Me love Mama, too.”
Happy, happy, joy, joy!
This is one of those moments you put in your hip pocket and pull out as needed.
You’re right up there with garlic.
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