True Love

Last night, I experienced the kind of love that comes only between a mother and her child. As FrogBoy was getting ready for bed, I told him, "I love you more than Christmas!" This seemed like a good idea at the time: the kid loves Christmas, he knows it's coming and is very excited about it, and that would give him some way to gauge what I was saying. I forgot one very important factor: FrogBoy doesn't understand humor.

So I tell my baby "I love you more than Christmas!" His response? A resounding: "I love you more than Labor Day!"

Wow. That's serious stuff. I guess it's better than Groundhog Day or Daylight Savings.