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My boy likes to eat. My boy likes to eat green things and saucy things. And breakfasty things. It’s only a big deal because the OTHERS do not like to eat and it is not fun to cook for people who do not like to eat, people who could care less about what they are eating as long as it is not green or saucy. Or tasty.

My boy likes to try new things, and when he does, he almost always wants more. When I make dinner, he almost always says “This is the best dinner ever, Mommy!” When I was a kid and mom would make something new for dinner my dad would always tell her, “You should open a restaurant!” I loved it when he said that because she would get all smiley. A kid likes it when mom is smiley. Remember that.

As if I needed proof that she’s growing up too fast.

So funny it hurts.

Wixie and I have a bedtime ritual.

I say, I love you.

He says, I love you very much too.

He says, I love the whole family VERY much much much much.

I say, that’s a lot of muches.  We love you very much too.

He says, I love you guys more than (this part varies, but last night it was…) rainbows, kisses, and all my toys in the whole world.

I say, I know you do bud.  And we love you more than anything too.

Then.  Only then, do I go ahead with my life.