This morning, as he was walking around the kitchen, I heard him singing something that I couldn't quite make out. He drifted into my vicinity and upped the volume and sang:
I have an apple
It's sweet like mommy
Sweet like mommy
Love my mommy
(mumblemumblesomethingIcan'tmakeout) apple! (BIG HUG)
~L~ calls this the "meat and potatoes of the parenting gig." Those things that give us what we need back from this whole sacrificial parenting THING. Completely random and completely fulfulling.