Almost every afternoon I ask the wee boy what he might fancy to eat for dinner. Almost every afternoon he answers immediately, ‘spaghetti’.
And then we have the following conversation:
Him: I love spaghetti, mummy
Me: I love spaghetti too
Him: But not as much as you love me?
Me: No, no, no. Nowhere near as much as I love you
Him: I love you more than spaghetti too, mummy
Every time we have the conversation, it makes me smile from the inside out. And although we do end up eating spaghetti more than once a week, I really don’t mind.
Anyway, guess what we’re having for dinner this evening?