Yesterday just before dinner Drew came down and asked the age-old question:
"Mom, what can I do?"
"Well," I replied, "Your dad's out mowing. You could go help him."
Deep, dramatic sigh. "I'm too tired to mow."
"I have to run to the store quick. You could come with me."
"Nah. What else could I do?"
"Spit in your shoe?" (This is Nana's classic response and always gets a smile.)
"Nooooo!" Giggle, giggle.
"You could give me 25 hugs and 32 kisses."
Big smile. "Ok!" And up he climbed into my lap to deliver.
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