I wrote a note to Will. “I love you! You are funny and cute. You are a good boy.”
He read it, then grabbed my hand. “Capital I.” He directed. “Lowercase l, lowercase o . . .” I read, “I love you. You happy. You radicsh.”
I told him that radish didn’t need the “c.” Then I paused . . . completely unsure as to why he was calling me a radish.
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You should be honored. I bet you are one of very few mothers who have ever been called a radish by their son. Even if he spelled it with a 'c'.
Yes, I think I agree with you. I'm definitely one of the few that hasn't been called that in anger.
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