Like a lot of families, we often play the "I love you to . . ." game when going to bed. Tonight after I read Ethan his story, he told me he loved me to outer space. My response: "I love you to outer, outer space."
He trumped me with "I love you to outer, outer, outer, outer, outer, outer. . . (you get the picture) space."
"Well," I said, "Hmmmm. What's farther than that?"
Then he said, "Mommy, I love you right here" pointing to his heart.
How can he be so silly and so wise all at once?
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