A week or so ago, Mal and M had this conversation:
Mal: Fank you Daddy.
M: Thanks for what Malachi?
Mal: Fank you for my life Daddy.
Sniffle, sniffle, emotion , hugging, blah blah blah. Right?
Well, since then Mal has said the same thing to both of us several times. Today he and I have *this* conversation:
Mal: Fank you for my life Mommy.
Me: You're welcome Mal. I'm so glad I get to be a part of your life.
Mal: Too bad you ruined it.
Not even four and I have apparently ruined my kids life. Good to know.