a bushel and a peck

a bushel and a peck

We’ve found our song. Our going-to-bed song. Our cuddle-on-the-couch song. Our I’m-sad-and-tired-and-cranky song. Our giddy-happy-jumpy song.

And this is how it goes:

“I love you most, Mom.”

“I love you more than most.”

“I love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck.”

“I love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck. A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap.”

“I love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck. A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap. A barrel and a heap and I’m talking in my sleep. About you.”

“About me?”

“About you!”

“And what are you saying about me in your sleep?”

“I’m saying ‘Mom, you’re driving me crazy!'” (I can’t imagine how he came up with that line . . . )

I like our song. It feels good to have one.

6 thoughts on “a bushel and a peck

  1. Cute! I am way behind in reading your blog. My visiting teachers were just over yesterday and one of them was telling me that her little boy has decided that he’s going to marry her when he grows up. Simon hasn’t told you anything like that, has he?

  2. My high school performed Guys and Dolls my senior year, but I can honestly say that is the extent of my exposure to it. I like musicals, but I don’t necessarily go out of my way for them. :)

  3. He hasn’t told me that, but boy oh boy is he in love with me. “Mom, I want you. I want you, Mom. I want to kiss you.” I feel like Pepe LePeu.

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