Yes, It’s Another Actual Transcript.
Tucking The Bun into bed at night always brings on a manic frenzy of “I love you, Mummy, I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU.” Which I know is a delay tactic, but hey, after a long day, a few “I love you”s go a long, long way.
Two nights ago, this is what I got:
The Bun: I love you.
Me: That’s great, because I love you, too. It all works out.
The Bun: You know what I love more than you?
Me: What?
The Bun: YOU! I love YOU more than YOU!
Me: Aw. I love YOU more than YOU.
The Bun: Ah, Mummy?
Me: Yes?
The Bun: Ah, Mummy?
Me: YES?
The Bun: Ah, Mummy? You know what I really love more than you?
Me: What?
The Bun: TV
Me: …
The Bun: I love TV more than you.
Me: But the TV is replaceable. Mummy is not replaceable!
The Bun: But if the TV broke, we wouldn’t have movies.
Me: But if Mummy broke, you wouldn’t have MUMMY.
The Bun: But if the TV broke, that would be worse.
Me: Oh.
Do you think this means I let him watch too much TV?
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it is one game into the 2009 stanley cup playoffs… canucks are 1-0… this is an entirely reasonable response from him given the parameters of the situation
Our transcript goes something like this (it has gone like this for the past ten years, from age 5 until now, age 15 *and a half* (yes I had to put that half in there):
Me: I love you.
M: No, I love YOU more.
Me: No, I love you more because I’m the mom and you’re my baby.
M: No, I love you more because I’m the baby and you’re the Mom.
Me: But if I lost you I would be bereft.
M: But if I lost you I wouldn’t have a mom.
Me: But still I love you more.
M: No, I love YOU more.
…and so on until one of us gives up. Usually me.
Over the years it has become shortened to:
Love ya!
Love ya more!
Nope, love YOU more!
Nope, Love YOU more!
…
Or – on text message:
Can I go to the mall with Christine? Luvs ya more! <3
I can’t get enough of your blog!
But your transcript is adorable! Mine is more… well, I don’t know. I like TV, too.