These are my nicknames for the boys lately. James and I have this routine exchange:
Me: You're my boy, James.
James: And you're my gurl, Mama.
The other day Liam accidentally kicked me in the head (not the brightest idea to lay on the floor in the middle of their play space). As I took a moment to cry (his booted foot caught me right on the cheekbone), I heard James say "Liam, don't kick Mama again, she's my best girl."
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I have tears in my eyes at my office desk. I hope no one walks in right now.
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