Just found an age-old post-it note (not the greatest way of keeping track of life i am slowly figuring out) where I had said to Hugo that he needed to have at least 2 days of oatmeal (meaning that 2x per week, that'd be the plan). I had just left off the 'per week' part, and so his response to me was: "Okay, when I'm 89 and when I'm 92."
Also, this morning, warm in bed, before school ripped him away from me, we were talking about all sorts to things, and somehow got onto the topic of "good ideas." He turned to me, after a few moments, and said: "You, Mama, you were a really good idea of Ama and Boppa's." (those are my parents) My boy. My boy.
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