I had finished taking Cullen to the potty for the 5th time in two hours. (Yeah, I'm not joking. He somehow got me to refill his milk cup 3 times and drank and entire bottle of water without me noticing until the fifth potty time). Here is how my conversation went as we are fixing his clothing.
Cullen: I love you, Mommy.
Me: Ahh... I love you too.
Cullen: No! No love me! I love you Mommy!
Me: I love you too (trying to suppress a laugh).
Cullen: No!! I'm a boy! I love you!
Me (laughing our right now): I love you too.
Cullen: NO! No love me! Not funny!
Me just laughing because I this point I can't of anything to say without busting out in hysterics even more than I am while squatting on the bathroom floor.
Cullen: No laugh! Not funny! No laugh! Ugh!
Can't you feel the love radiating from my house?! It's almost palpable at this point.
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