This morning I woke up and Zach was in bed with me. He has been doing this every night since he was sick. He grabbed my face, turned it toward him and said"Beautiful!"
"What is beautiful?" I asked.
"Your eyes are beautiful Mommy."
melt my heart...
"Your eyes are beautiful too Zachy"
He sits up in alarm and sternly informs me:
"Only girls have beautiful stuff. I am a boy and boys have handsome stuff."
Having been corrected, I say:
"You have handsome eyes Zachy."
"Yep Mom--I dos"
