In the midst of playing Angry Birds on the ‘pod while we’re in the car, waiting at the train station for Alex, Bren Bren stops, reaches over, pats my cheek and says the following:
“Mommy don’t be sad anymore. Be happy. You’re supposed to take care of yourself so you can be happy. Don’t be sad anymore-its gonna be alright.”
I have Dr. Phil for a son. I love this freakin kid.