Perfect freaking love

Although he's a GIANT pain in my enormous ass cheeks, I'd like to give you an example of why I love The Dictator to pieces.

This was our conversation tonight:

D: I wish I could be part of you.

M: What do you mean?

D: You know, like Zak and Wheezie.

For those of you who don't have babies, toddlers, or little tiny humans taking over your house, Zak and Wheezie are the attached twins from the show Dragon Tales. They look like this:

A little disturbing, sure, but that's not my point.

Basically, my sweet little boy loves me enough to be connected to me at the sternum. And maybe even enough to turn into the green portion of a green and purple dinosaur that wears music note necklaces and sings high-pitched, horrifically annoying tunes.

If that isn't perfect freaking love, I don't know what is.

2 people used their Big Boy words to communicate:

Shannon said...

Awww, that is sweet.

But gosh, Wheezie gets on my nerves. BIG time.

J'Ollie Primitives said...

Awwwwwwwwwwww. My baby is officially a grownup and we are still attached at the hip.

Or the ear. Thank God for the phone.

I love that he wants to be your Siamese twin.