Dear Love Bug,
You actually said this to me today. Along with “I love your shirt!” and many unprompted “I love you!”s.
Every time you pay me a compliment (which is amazing, by the way), I pay you one back. I want to teach you that it’s nice to do that, and I rather enjoy our mutual admiration society.
When we got home from the library this afternoon (we’re working on your “library voice,” which you haven’t yet mastered), Daddy was eating chips and offered you one. And you said, “Thanks for sharing with me, Daddy.”
Who is this child? Can this possibly be the effects of two days at camp? What are they feeding you?
Of course, it didn’t stop the total meltdown before bed over having to use the potty. I’ll save that for another post.
Love you like crazy, kiddo,