Dear Kid,

I just want to tell you how much I love you and how ever day we spend together is filled with hilarious little moments that I could never see coming in a zillion years.

The other night as I was tucking you into your bed, I told you,

“You’re a good kid.”

And your completely unexpected reply was,

“You’re a good grownup. You never say bad words when you’re driving.”

And I thought to myself,

“Huh, that’s really nice. But ohhh yes I do. When you’re in the car with me I just say them in my head.”

Which reminds me of driving back with you from Tillamook Sunday night, you beside me in your booster seat, wearing headphones and watching a dvd featuring two talking dogs and a sassy cat. At least I think you’re watching it, but then you tap my arm and I turn toward you and you have a fake mustache stuck to your upper lip and it’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen, and I pull down your sun visor so you can see yourself in the mirror, and you’re laughing like a crazy person. Which you are.

And then a half a second later you are in a state of complete despair because the sticky mustache is now tightly caught in your hair and you’re twisting it around, making it stuck even worse.

So because of you, my love, I suddenly found myself in this beautifully absurd little moment where I’m pulled over on the side of a rural road, next to a field of cows in a driving rainstorm, trying to gently yank this sticky grey furry mustache thing out of your hair while you say “ow ow ow ow.”

I love you.

Love always,
Erin