"Whatcha doing, mommy?" he asks, as he removes his saliva soaked thumb from his mouth.
"Well, buddy," I start to answer, as if he'll know what I'm talking about. "Mommy is sending out her story today. You see, if mommy ever wants to see her story become a book, I have to send it to people who can make that happen."
Suddenly, Josh shrieks. "No, mom, I wanna hear your story every day! If you send it out, I will never get to hear it!"
To which I reply, "It's okay, buddy. I have a copy. And when it gets published, I promise that you'll be the first person to get a signed copy."
Josh looks at me with a raised brow. " What's that?" he asks, innocently.
To which I respond with a hug, "Nevermind, I guess you have to be five to appreciate that!" and chuckle.
Then, of course, I retell my picturebook, from memory.
And Josh, says all the words with me:)
God, I love my kids!