What's sweeter than honey?

My son, that's who! The other day I was folding laundry and he came up to me and said, "Mom, I call you a trophy, because you're special to me." Well, gosh darn it, I better keep an eye on this kid because he sure knows how to butter me up. Everyone tells me that little boys are especially tender like this, but I prefer to think Isaac is special, too, and he thinks I hung the moon and the stars. I love him to pieces and am especially grateful for his newly daytime potty-trained status.

This is my special little guy, whose tongue and eye lashes are unbelievably long!