That's My Honey

Levi likes to work his way onto my chair and stand behind me while I "work" at the computer. If I don't move for him he'll push at my butt and say, "Mom, scuse me, Mom, scuse me, MOM move you bottum, pweeeese, scuse me!" Of course I move just to get him to shut up and then he stands behind me and jabbers only pausing to swallow.

If I'm looking at photos of our family he'll call out names, "That's my Isaac! That's my daddy!" But my favorite is, "That's my Honey!" But, I don't know who this Honey is and he's not telling me. I'll point to a picture of me and say, "Is this your Honey?" But, no I'm not his Honey, nor are his siblings or his Dad.

This morning when he crawled into bed with me I snuggled up with him and said, "Hi Baby." And he immediately solved the mystery by correcting me, "I not Baby, I Honey."

And speaking of Honey. My Honey toasted two pieces of bread, got out the honey and dripped it all over the floor, then made himself a samrich. He's 3! He knows how to make a sandwich.....and a HUGE MESS! I'm so proud.