I'm pretty!

At least that's what my son tells me. For a while, I've been thinking that Isaiah says "You're pretty" to me instead of "I love you". So, I'll stumble into his room at 6am, hair a mess, puffy eyes, and he'll get a huge grin and say "Mommy! You're pretty!!" I'll be tucking him in at night, gushing love and adoration all over him, and he'll reply with "You're pretty, Mom." I told Luke about my theory, so we've been testing it out. Last night, I was telling Isaiah that I love him. Luke said, "Isaiah, can you tell Mommy that you love her?" He looked up at me with those big, sincere eyes and, once again, told me I'm pretty. He did it again this morning, after the same instruction from his dad. He's not trying to be silly or funny. I don't really know why his adoration takes this form. It reminds me of how he was practically saying "tyrannosaurus rex" before saying "mama". Of course it is nice to be told you're pretty 100 times a day - especially in many not-so-pretty moments. And, it is especially sweet because I know what he's really saying :)