"Mommy, make a trade" when he wants a toy (or ipod) that I have. Better than, Bobby want that. Or just taking it. Something he picked up from the cousins no doubt.
"Where's my bless you?" he said after a sneeze that I failed to acknowledge.
So happy for little Jubilee to bring a female touch to the boys team. But I still think there could be a mistake.
Drop off was almost too easy. No tears - from either of us. Now the four longest hours of my life. Wondering if he will poop, or eat anything, or play nicely. or miss me at all.