Last night Henry told me that he loved me, then told Walter that he loved him, and then announced that he loves his Daddy too (who was at work at the time). Then he told me that he understands that when we are angry with him we still love him. Then, he said, "But when I'm mad at you, I don't love you."
Yes, thank you, dear.
Yes, thank you, dear.
posted by Kevin and Stace @ 1:44 PM
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At 10:58 AM,
Anonymous said…
Remember your Granma tracking a pouting Steve under the bed. Had to get him out with a yardstick...and he said "I hate you Granma!". She shed a tear and shared some giggles through the years over that. Looking at Steve now...hard to believe! He simply would not fit under the bed.
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