At the dinner table, over a plate of mushrooms.
Me (to the Kid): You don't have to like them, you do have to try them. [Thank you for that, Karen LeBillion.]
*Intervening conversation with Sweet Husband.*
The Kid: Mommy you are so beautiful!
*Eyes start to well up with tears.*
Sweet Husband: That was really sweet, buddy, but you still have to try your mushrooms.
Me: Damn it, he almost got me!
Leaving the coffee shop, a teensy bit disgruntled because I had refused to buy him a pumpkin bread.
Me: You already had breakfast.
The Kid: What was your breakfast mommy?
Me: Coffee is my breakfast.
The Kid: Coffee is not breakfast.
And the sea salt caramels I had later weren't "lunch" either, but some days we just have to get by, Mr. Judge-y Mac-Judgerson.
Apprising me of his Mother's Day plans, always my optimist.
The Kid: We're going to plant some flowers for you....If they die, don't worry.