Don't Mess with Destiny

Today when I put a limit on his video game time, my five-year-old told me, "Mommy, you are keeping me from my destiny and that is humiliating!" (SpongeBob strikes again...)

A few minutes ago, right before going to his dad's house, he gave me a hug and said, "You know, when I give you an extra-hard hug that means I really, really love you, and you know what's in all of my hugs? Strawberries and chocolate hearts!"

I miss him already.