Mama, Do You Love Me?

Bedtime ritual for J usually consists of a countdown of his remaining minutes of play, jammies, teeth and stories.  Last night I also tacked on a few extra minutes of cuddling before ordering him into bed.

Amidst his demands of “Tighter! Tighter!”  I was telling him how much I loved him.

“But what if I threw a shoe at you?”  I would be upset with you, but I’d still love you.

“What if I threw fifty hundred shoes at you?”  Then I would be very mad, and I’d be buried in shoes, but I’d still love you.

“What if I ate up all the food in the world and there was none left for you?”  Then I’d be hungry, but I’d still love you.

“There has to be something that would make you stop!”  Nope.  I will always love you no matter what.

After a few moments of concentrated thought, “What if I ate your whole box of chocolates?”  Well, I’d be sad, you’d be sick, but I would still love you.

Interesting that eating all my chocolates is the very worst thing he could think of doing.

I better keep a close eye on my chocolates . . .