Sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch with my boys Adrian says to me:
"Mummy, in 2 more birfdays I can have hot sauce like you and chew gum like you and Daddy. And I'll be able to open stuff."
I love it. Not when I grow up or when I'm a big boy...in precisely 2 more birthdays.
Me "Like what stuff?"
Adrian "Things! Like doors. And I can stay up allllll night and clean the kitchen with you."
Pan to me looking amused yet baffled...and a little more than impressed about the cleaning.
Pan to Adrian ... beaming.
He's so flippin' cute it kills me.