Caleb and I were talking yesterday, and I said, "Logan is 5...just like you!"
Caleb says, "I am five AND A HALF!"
"Oh, excuse me. Five and a half. Well, I think you are a cutie, whether you are 5, 5 1/2....or 6...or 7."
He says, "Will you think I'm cute when I'm 12?"
"Yep"
"How about 20?"
"Yep"
"What about when I'm 42?"
I laugh. "Yep. Of course, by the time you are 20, you'll have all kinds of girls thinking you are cute, and mom will be beating them off with a stick."
"Good," he says. "I want you to".
"Oh, I don't think you will want me to then," I say.
Around that time, Abby comes in the room and says, "Caleb already has a girlfriend mom. He likes a little girl in his preschool class named Riley!"
Caleb whispers, "Mom! I have to tell you something! If Riley ever comes over here, don't wack her...cause she's really good to me!"
LOL!!! Oh boy... I'm in trouble.
