The other night I hugged Leif and told him as I do almost every night, “I am the luckiest mom in the world to have you as my little boy, how did I get so lucky?”
Leif, to my surprise, replied to that. “Well when I was in heaven before I was in your tummy, I picked you, that’s why” he told me.
(Insert my surprise here.)
“You picked me when you were in heaven?” I asked him.
“Of course I picked you, I remember,” he says all matter of factly.
“Why did you pick me?” I asked him, deciding to push this a bit further.
“Because I liked how you looked,” he answered simply.
At that point all I could do was hug him, of course.