Monday, November 15, 2010

Love Notes

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.

3 comments:

Big Daddy Autism said...
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Big Daddy Autism said...

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'.

Life as the mother of 4 said...

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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