Some friends of ours gave us this Fisher-Price car for you. Somehow they'd ordered two and didn't want to deal with a return.
Because it's like negative eleventy outside, we have it in the house. In the evenings after dinner you like to get it out and drive it around and around the couch/kitchen island loop. It's like the Toddler Autobahn. Dogs beware. Nate's got his "Flintstone feet" and he's a-going!
I'll say, "Bye, Nate! Come back soon!" and you'll say, "Bye, Mama! I see you later!" and then you're off. Sometimes you say, "I go work. See you later. I get you a Jessie's" (that's his daycare lady).
This last week you added to our little game.
Now when you come back around the loop you say, "Mama, I come back for you!" and then you swing open the door to your car and you run as fast as you can to give me a hug.
Oh, Sweetness. I know exactly how you feel.
Mamas always, always come back for you.
I love you,