Reed and I have the how-much-do-you-love-me conversation every once in a while. He does this thing where he will sit on a chair, balancing on his little butt with his arms and legs spread as wide as he can get them, and he will tell me "I love you this much" while he strains to balance himself on the chair.
We had this conversation last night. He pulled his desk chair over next to mine, got into position and said, "I love you 50 million, trillion weekends." I think that the best example of love that I have ever heard. When Reed is in his sweetness mode, he is the sweetest child ever. When he is feeling the opposite of super sweet, he is rank. In the adult population, I think they call that bipolar.
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