Pete and I play a game where I say, "Who loves you?" and he thinks for a minute. "Daddy!" he says. "Grandma! Grandpa!" He runs through his brothers' names, maybe throws in Sarah the babysitter or Miss Maria from preschool. As he runs down the list he fights back a grin, because he knows I am waiting for the answer he is not giving me. "Who else?" I ask. "Hmm," he says. "Hmm." Sometimes he answers "Mama!" Sometimes, like this morning, I say it myself in mock exasperation: "Mama loves you, goofy."
He snuggled in next to me, my little guy who said so little for so long, and said, "Me wuffs mama." Music to my ears.
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