I Spy

This morning, I was snuggled up with Allen in my leather chair, reading a book called "Things That Move" and we came to the section on boats.

Me:  "Allen, see the tug boats there?  They pull other boats and you got to ride one with your friend Tug in Savannah!"

Allen (quiet for a minute, then pointing at the sailboat on the next page): "That an Allen-boat there Mama."

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Later on, we were walking to Tug's house to play.  Allen's new thing that he learned from his Big Sister, his ambassador to the baby universe, is the game "I Spy".  

This morning, Allen spied "something blue" (a door), "something red" (a fire truck, because he never misses one), and "something green" (I thought it was the grass, but it turned out to be a pumpkin on someone's steps, which I realized only after I corrected Allen and explained that pumpkins were actually only orange in color. Who knew there were green ones. Anyway.)

Then, Allen said "I spy something pretty."

Me:  "Is it those pretty flowers over there?"

Allen:  "No, it you Mommy."

<Swoon>

Then, after taking a moment to catch my breath, which had just been knocked out of me-

 

Me:  "I spy something very smart and sweet and handsome too."

Allen (not hesitating at all):  "It ME Mommy!!!"

Disclaimer:  Yes, I realize how truly obnoxious this blog is.  But my readership is small and I have come to terms with how shamelessly and helplessly head over heels I am for my two.  And how could I not record this?   Anyway.  Happy Monday!

My Allen, my heart.