Singing with Sylvia for Christmas

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 Singing with Sylvia for Christmas

my little honey

my little honey
I am regularly amazed at just how sweet a 3-year-old boy can be. I love all the spontaneous ways Little J finds to tell me he loves me. Probably three out of the five times I peek in a mirror in a day, I discover some kind of evidence that I have been kissed over and over by a mouth covered in slobbery, sticky goodness. And, I love it!

While we were in Oklahoma over the holidays, my mom kept calling my son a "little honey." The other morning Little J crawled into bed with me and said, "I'm a little honey." I giggled and agreed.

"Mommy, Granny calls me 'little honey.' What does 'little honey' mean?"

I said, "Honey is sweet and good, and so Granny is just saying that you are a sweet and good boy."

Little J made my week when he replied, "Mommy, I'm going to start calling you Peanut Butter and Jelly."

No one has called me anything sweeter!

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