Z has been so much fun lately. He is getting to be very articulate, and it's very interesting to have conversations with him. He's also a very affectionate four year old, and is constantly hugging and kissing me and telling me I'm beautiful.
Yesterday, we were in the car, and he asked why I turned the radio down. Not being in the mood to explain I thought it was too loud, because that would extend the questions even further, I replied, "Because I'm weird."
"Yes. That's why I love you. Because you're weird."
My grandma was in the car with us, and we both about passed out from trying to not laugh out loud.
