Sunday, March 17, 2013
Before going to bed, Michael says, "Mom, can you scratch my back?"
Me, grumbling, "Alright."
As I am scratching his back, Michael sighs, "I can't take it any more mom."
That doesn't mean he wants me to stop.
"You can't?" I say as I keep on scratching his back, "Why can't you take it any more?"
"Because I'm in love," says Michael with a sigh.
"You are? Who are you in love with?" (I know... I ended the sentence with a preposition).
He looks at me smiling, "You."
at 2:39 PM