Hmmm...

Jude has been FIGHTING his naps. Hard-core. Like pretty much every day. And I have been fighting the fighting, because honestly, I'm just not ready for the glorious mid-day nap to be over. So he frequently calls my name in between loudly pulling his closet apart and destroying his room, and I pretend I don't hear him. Occasionally I'll go in to remind him what exactly he's there for.
Today was one such day, and as I sat with him on his bed he informed me that he was hungry... so so so hungry. Something about my maternal makeup won't let me ignore my child when he's asking for basic human needs. He may be playing me, but I don't want to take the chance that he actually is so so so hungry. So, I tell him to wait there and I go to the kitchen and cut up a pear, sans skin, just like he likes it. I bring it to him and tell him he can eat it, but then he has to take a nap. As I sit with him on his bed, he's letting all his adorableness loose, and we're giggling and cuddling and being affectionate. And then he tells me, "I'm gonna call you Hot Lover Mama."
Hmmm. I don't know what to say to that, so I do what I always do when I want to downplay something. I say, "You're silly..." and then I ask him where he heard that because I have some fear that my husband has used those words in front of him. But he reassures me that he "just made it up."
Somehow I'm not quite reassured. And then I remember that he's three and pure-hearted, and probably just liked that combination of words...
Seriously, the things you hear coming out of your child's mouth... you can't write this stuff.