In each of the Mitford books, Father Tim asks Cynthia, "What do you love?" or occasionally, "What don't you love, Cavanaugh?" Apparently I'm raising a Father Tim, which is fine by me!!
Today while eating lunch I heard:
"Peanut butter and jelly makes me happy!"
In the past I've heard, "Applesauce makes me happy," and "Candy makes me cry." (That last one is a commentary on our attempts to use candy as a potty training incentive. It really did produce tantrums and general unhappiness.)
I can't remember how Little Guy tried to wrap his mind around how to ask me what makes me happy. The question came out a little switched around, but he eventually got it.
I said, "Hot tea. Beautiful hymns. Hugs from Daddy. God's Word, the Bible."
Then, "Do you want to ask me what makes me happy?"
Why, yes, Little Guy, I do! :) "What makes you happy?"
"[I forgot to write the first few answers down.] Songs. Bibles. YOU!"
Melt. my. heart.
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