Brett rushes in, his little cheeks flushed and says, “Mommy, this is what you are!” as he points to his wrist.
Where I see one of these bracelety things:
It reads HOTTIE. My son called me a hottie.
Somebody call a therapist.
Posted by Melissa on April 19th, 2007 under Spawn
April 19th, 2007 at 4:14 pm
What a sweet heart! He’s just trying to get some money from you!!! Just joking, you are a hottie!
April 19th, 2007 at 8:19 pm
Well, ya are! Methinks he’s going to grow up to be a most wonderful man. And one that loves his mama.
April 19th, 2007 at 9:25 pm
LMAO!!! Sounds fine to me, a son thinking his mother is the most beautiful woman in the world. And you are a hottie, so there. :)
April 20th, 2007 at 8:33 am
My son keeps telling me I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. I keep thinking he needs glasses…
May 1st, 2007 at 10:02 pm
That’s very sweet. You should record those moments to show him years from now.