I guess we all hear it sometime, I don't remember the first set of kids doing it (I may have blocked this memory, and that's ok), but birdy is a master of the usage. I don't remember how old he was the first time he said it, I do know that I had mentally prepared myself for that day and happily responded with, "I will never stop loving you" not that it didn't hurt, it stung, it burned...
Today he hated me, he hated me so much that he was never ever ever going to look at me again. Then he flipped the switch and proclaimed how sorry he was and how he loved me... Which lasted until I told him he still wasn't getting privileges back. Then he hated me again...
I'll blame day light savings for his bad attitude... By the end of the day, after his brothers popped one of his birthday balloons (yes, there are some left) he screamed his scripture readings at us. I tried so hard to not let him see how hard I was laughing. The teachings of Jacob take on new meaning when screamed by an hysterical 9 year old...
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