He’s smooth; I have to give him that. Last night, as I was putting Robbie to bed, he looked at me very sincerely and started playing with my hair. He took his other hand and ran it over my face. With big, brown eyes, he looked at me and said, “Beautiful. Mommy so beautiful.” And my heart melted. I wanted to wrap him up in my arms and cover him in kisses. It was the most perfect compliment I had ever received.
And then he continued. “Daddy beautiful. QiQi beautiful. QiQi beautiful hair. See, Mommy? See beautiful hair?”