Ethan is four.
Here's a roundup of some things he's said in the past few weeks:
"I want good dreams in my eyes, but bad dreams keep coming into my eyes."
"That cupcake dream was the goodest dream."
"You're the great Mommy forever," while patting my cheek.
"Ready, a set, market, go!"
And of course the ever popular, "These aren't lies. They're...mysteries."
My personal favorite, though, was when I lay next to him in bed on a night he couldn't fall asleep and he said, "I love talking to you, Mommy." Sort of reminds me of our very first night together.
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Yesterday, his actual birthday, I made the mistake of having Pinterest open and he saw a professional-quality sailboat cake and insisted that he wanted me to make that cake for him. So I did.
"So what do you think of your cake?" I asked.
"It's good!" he said. I have video evidence.
(The inspiration for the cake came from here and the idea for the "Nailed It" photo came from this awesome origami nazgul nailed it.)