I was putting Bradley to bed and crashed on his top bunk next to him. “I love you so much,” I told him.
“Mom,” he says, “My favorite holiday is Valentine’s Day,” he said out of the blue.
“It is?” I asked. “Who is going to be your Valentine this year?”
“Ummmm…” he said, looking into the air for the answer with a sly grin.
“Who do you love lots and lots?” I asked, smiling and waiting for the obvious answer.
“Ummmm…” he grinned, knowing what he is supposed to say.
“Who do you love to the moon and back? Who loves you all the way to the stars?” I went on, “Who makes your breakfast? Who washes your clothes? Who gives you lots of kisses?” I asked, kissing his forehead.
He didn’t answer. He just sat there with a Cheshire grin.
“Ok. I will give you a hint,” I said. “Her name starts with an ‘M’ and ends with an ‘M’.”
“MOM!” he shouts.
That’s my boy, even though I had to work for that one. Little stinker.
I gave him hugs and kisses. “Good night. I love you.”