This weekend I was changing Luke's diaper. I had my hair pulled back in a pony tail. He looked up at me from the changing table and this is the conversation we had.
Luke: Mama (On any given day he calls me Mommy, Mama, or Mom)
Mom: Yes, Luke?
Luke: I need to tell you (which means I need to tell you something)
Mom: Yes, Luke?
Luke: You a pretty girl.
Oh my. We are going to be in so much trouble. So. Much. Trouble.
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