I am madly in love with the three guys at my house. Here are three more reasons my crush keeps growing.
1.
Last week, after reading the "doughtily" post, David was pondering the fifth "definition" in bed. He said, "Do people know what a MAC counter is? Everybody probably thinks I took you to get a Big Mac."
I smiled in the dark.
And then he gasped (apparently remembering the end of that same paragraph) and groaned, "My parents read your blog."
I smiled again and assured him that they already knew he had a wicked wife.
2.
Last week in church, the man who was speaking talked about a bridge from his boyhood home to Vietnam. Caleb leaned over and asked, "Is he speaking literally or metaphorically?"
Can I say how happy (giddy even, and quite near delirious) it made me to hear him use "metaphorically" in a sentence?
3.
And then last week Ethan saw a picture of Barack Obama. He asked, "Mom, what's his name?"
"Barack Obama."
"Is Baback Ohamina our bishop?"
"No, honey, Barack Obama is not our bishop. He's running for president."
He pointed at the picture and said, "That guy looks just like our bishop."
(I love it.)