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.