#1 Story time

Every night, for the majority of my almost two year olds life, my husband and I have read to him. We read all sorts of childrens books, but we do have our favorites. "Goodnight Moon" is the last story he hears EVERY night. It's a good, now you know it's time for bed, book. But my "mommy" favorite is "I Love You Stinky Face." This is a story about a mom putting her little boy to bed and he's asking but mama questions, "But Mama, what if I were a big scary ape?" I loved it the first time Patton brought the book to me and said, "Read mama book." If he hadn't had it in his hand I would have been as confused as the time he aske me to sing the crying song, he wanted "Baby Mine," but that is a story for another time. I loved the book even more because it was the "Mama" book. Tonight, Patton made my sweet story even better once again.
I was in a bad mood at story time bacause Patton was being a little terd all day. He's definatly becoming a two year old. He was being an especially big pain at bed time while I was trying to get some stuff in his room moved around, and Daddy HAD to go to the store, so I was on my own. We read a couple of stories and I was getting into a better mood, and then it was time for "Goodnight Moom." Thankfully there was no fussing at this last story this evening. In fact, he snuggled in even closer, so I was REALLY beginning to feel the love. We quickly finish it and I was loving on him, getting some nighty-night Eskimo kisses and I told my little monster, "I love you my wonderful child, which just happens to be the first line from the before mentioned, "I Love You Stinky Face." My preciouse, precocious baby boy responded with, "But Mama, what if I were a big, scary Ape?" Seeing as how you may not know the story, this is the next line in my boy's "Mama" book. There is no bad mood left. My son has made all the bad disipate by being such a "wonderful child."