Sunday, March 17, 2013

31. Love...

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."

Ahhh... love....

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