He loves me

This was the scene as I tucked Jacob into bed recently.... (by the way, Jacob is the blog pseudonym my baby boy has chosen for himself)

Me: Goodnight, Buddy, I love you. You’re my best boy!

Jacob: Goodnight. I love you. You’re the best mama I ever had.

Me: I’m the only mama you ever had. Maybe I’m the worst mama you ever had. (*smile*)

Jacob: No, you’re the best Mama in the whole world!

Me: What makes me the best mama?

Jacob: You love me.....you’re nice…..small….

small?

…..cute, pretty, a good cook…..

what? is he kidding? he must want something.

.….you should make a cookbook….

A cookbook? This, from my pickier-than-a-bird, approximately 7th-percentile-in-weight, six-year-old son, whose most frequent words at the dinner table are, "I don't like that. Can I have a cheese rollup?"

A cookbook. yes. ahem.

Let’s just say no one….no one….ever suggested that I should make a cookbook.

he loves me. :)