The Good Stuff

On the way to meet Daddy for dinner tonight (can't remember how this conversation started):

Me: Mommy is by no means perfect, far from it.

H: Well Mommy, you are the perfect Mommy for me.  I am so glad you are my mommy!



And two nights ago it went like this (again, don't remember the context):

H: I am very upset with you, Mommy.

Me: Why are you upset with me?

H: {In pitiful voice} For breaking my sweet little heart.



Sure do love this one,  I do!