PP has been asking, almost daily, of when Halloween will come. He said he has a big plan for the day but wanted to keep a secret. This morning he came to my bed and talked non-stop about his secret plan. I was still half sleep so I just held him and pretended that I was all ears. In the end, the only thing that I remembered from his incessant chirping was, Mommy, keep it a secret, ok? But Mommy, what’s the recipe for a sponge cake?
I love this child’s innocence and his greatest love for me.