Last fall we had an incident where Cole was learning to express himself to me and show how much he loved me. He enjoys calling his dad “Big Guy” and was searching for the correct word for me – because obviously “Gal” wasn’t in his vocabulary yet.
We went through a variety of words and I loved all of them – because he’d always pick something that was beautiful.
“Big Rainbow”
“Big Flower”
“Big Cookie” (okay, so cookies are beautiful to kids!)
One day when picking him up from school, he greeted me with the following while climbing into the car (in front of a teacher, mind you!)
“Hiya there Big Coconuts!”
Needless to say, we nipped that one in the bud.
So today, I was tucking him in for a nap, and he was trying so hard to think of something to compliment me with. I was overflowing with pride for him being able to recite his address. I told him he was so smart, and I loved his smarts! He said.. “Well, I love your… bottom?” I shook my head at him and said that wasn’t really an appropriate thing to say, but I understand that he loves me very much. He said, “I know Auntie Lydia … I love your stinky pits!”
Coming from my nephew, who LOVES sticking his hands into “stinky pits” that’s high compliment indeed!

