As he runs across his bedroom laughing in the darkeness, Luke says: "I just had gas in your face!"
Luke: "What would happen if you just shaved your mustache off?" (If I have a mustache, I have no real friends; as no one has ever mentioned it!)
Luke: "Hey, Mom. I'm sniffing your armpit."
Earlier today someone asked me if I ever felt a twinge of sadness that I don't have any daughters. I wonder if girls whisper these same sweet nothings to their mothers as they end their day with hugs, kisses, and prayer?
Then... As we said our final goodnights, he said: "You're my first best friend, Mommy. I love you. Be safe in the storm tonight."
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