True Love

Warning: Cheezy Mom Love content featured.

So I'm taking Oliver to school this morning, a beautiful day and had just talked to the contractors who are putting together my kitchen today, so I was feeling very pleased and caffeinated. I look back in my Eddie Bauer see-your-kid clip-on rearview mirror. And distorted as he was, the boy was so cute just eating his raisins and pointing out the Cherry Pickers that seem to live in a school lot we pass every day.

With a deep breath and sigh, I decide to give the boy a sincere: "Oliver, I love you so much."

His response: "Look! A digger truck *on* a flatbed truck!"

Yep. True Love.

The Kindness of Toddlers

This morning, Oliver's kindnesses abounded.

First, he was standing on my ankle/shin in tennis shoes:

• Me: Ouch, that hurts.
• Oliver: Need a bandaid? (eyebrows raised).
• Me: Sure.

... and off he trots to retrieve the Curious George bandages, struggles with the wrapper and sticker backing, and promptly applies it to a random spot on the wrong leg.

Then later, as I lay on my made bed tired and unwilling to admit morning is really here:

• Me: I feel like poo.
• Oliver: You feel like that? You feel like poo?
• Me: Yes.
• Oliver: You need a diaper?

... and Daddy laughs from the nearby vanity, about which:

• Oliver inquires: Why you laughing, Daddy?
• Eric: Because you're funny.
• Oliver: Ohhhhhh (in his new, ohhhhh-i-see-now-what-a-revelation tone he's been using lately).

The kid does make me laugh, that's for sure.