A Convo with My Oldest

Obviously, I adore Isaac. It's why this phase we're going through is so gosh forsaken awful. One second he's pleading that I hold him like a baby and rock him as he tucks his arm under mine to cuddle, and the next he's trying to pick Ezra up by squeezing his neck.

Yesterday, I tried to ask Isaac some of his favorite things about me. [it was after all mother's day]

It went along these lines:

Me: What are your favorite things about mama, Isaac?
Isaac: John Deere's
Me: [laughing] No, Isaac, what is your favorite thing to do with me?
Isaac: Uhhhhh, play John Deere tractors.
Me: Okay, what do you think mama's favorite thing to do is? What do I spend my time doing?
Isaac: Blue [we've discussed that while his favorite color is John Deere tractor green, that mine is blue].
Me: I can't do "blue." What do you think I like to do?
Isaac: Uhhhhhh, run!
Me: That's good! What's your favorite thing to do with me?
Isaac: Uhhhh, play the games.
Me: What games bud?
Isaac: All the games.
Me: What's your favorite thing about me?
Isaac: Your hair.
Me: You like my hair?
Isaac: Yup.Me: Well thanks bud.
Isaac: You're welcome.