Ism of the Week

"Okay, Graham.  It's time for bed."

"Momma?  Can you snuddle me?"

"Of course... scoot over."

"Can you give me a tiss?"

"Yep, plant one on me!  I love you, Bubba."

"Mommy?  I wuv you."

"Oh, you're so sweet.  I 'wuv' you too."

"But I not like your hair."

"You don't like my hair?  Why not?"

"It's not nice hair."

"Oh, that makes me sad.  I like your hair."

"Yes.  I have good hair."

"You do.  And it's very soft.  My hair is different, but it hurts my feelings that you don't like it."

"Yes.  I not like it."

"Oh, alright.  Well, I'm sorry you don't like it."

"I don't.  Now say 'sorry'."

"I don't need to say 'I'm sorry', because I didn't do anything to make you sad."

"Yes you did.  You had bad hair."

"Goodnight, Graham.  I love you."

"Night, Mommy.  Bye bye, not nice hair!"