Sam has been so sweet the last week or so. I'm talking, out of his way to tell me he loves me, tell me I'm sweet, say "thank you" with this precious little smile because he knows how much I appreciate when he's grateful, kind of sweet.
We were laying under the tent yesterday and the following conversation transpired:
Sam (rolling over to look at me): Mom? You're da onwy-ist girl in da world.
Me: The only-ist? What does that mean?
Sam: Da onwy-ist! Yer da onwy-ist.
Me: Can you use a different word? I don't know what only-ist means.
Sam: Mom! You.are.SO.weird.
I'm gonna assume onwy-ist is an awesome thing that everyone wants to be, but good gracious when did this one
start talking like a 12 year-old girl?