While sitting in bed sharing a bowl of cereal, JJ turns to me and says "Mommy, I'm happy." Then he points to me and says "Mommy, you're happy." I told him yes I was, he makes me happy. His response back was "Mommy, you make me happy."
He may not exactly know what he's repeating, but he knows he's saying it to make me happy, and that's what counts.
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