Thursday, April 17, 2008

My Prince



Jack, admiring my dress: Mommy, you look pretty enough to be a princess.


Me: Jack, where was Grandma when I picked you up?
Jack: She went to the gym to exercise.
Me: Oh, that's good. I'm glad Grandma is exercising.
Jack: When I get bigger, I am going to exercise with you, Mommy.
Me: Will you? I'd like that.
Jack: I will go running with you, Mommy. Without the stroller.
Me: Will you run races with me?
Jack: Yes, and I'll say, "You can't catch me!"
Me: I'll do my best to catch you, but you're fast.
Jack: And we will run races together and then I will beat you.


Jack: Mommy, where do you work?
Me: At Terrostar, remember.
Jack: When I get bigger, I am going to work at Terrostar with you, Mommy.
Me: Oh, yeah? I'd like that.
Jack: We will go to work together, but I will have my own desk and 'puter.
Me: Good idea.
Jack: And we will have lunch together and we will go to Starbucks.
Me: Cool. I'll tell my boss to save you a spot.


Jack notes the framed photo he moved from his bookcase to his nightstand.
Jack: That picture of you and Daddy, Mommy.
Me: Yes, Daddy and I gave you that picutre.
Jack: I moved it over here because I miss-ed you, Mommy.

These are all moments for me to remember when Jack annoys the heck out of me. Three-year olds have moments of being not so great, but things like this more than make up for it.

3 comments:

K said...

Adorableness!

newsjunkie said...

Jack is the best!

Non-Runner Nancy said...

Isn't it great that they still love us. Mine want to marry me when they get bigger. We don't want to have to pick some other girl. HA HA.... I wonder how it will go over when I remind them of this at about 16.