The other night after getting my PJ's on, I was heading back downstairs to catch a new episode of Dog The Bounty Hunter that I had recorded. (If you tell anyone I am absolutely in love with the Chapman family, I will disown you as a Bloggity friend. I mean it. Don't test me.)
Anyway, as I passed the bedroom where the boys lay their sweet, little, corrupted heads ... I could hear whispers. Being the eves dropper that I am, I hoped to catch a great scoop on who got in trouble that day at school or who held who's hand. I got nothing. Nothing! Well, unless you consider knowing that your oldest son sneezed at recess and snot flew out of his nose and broke the record of how far it went and it being the coolest thing that happened since school started, a great scoop. Oh yea, I'm very proud indeed.
Shaking my head, I begin to walk past the door and down the stairs ... and then I hear ...
"Drew, I love you!" coming from Jake. My heart melted and I have to admit the tiniest of tiny tears came to my eyes as my mouth uncontrollably turned into a smile.
"I love cookies!" was Drew's response.
That's my Drewy.
Hey, you love what you love. Right?
