Just 2

Two of today's thousand instances where I thought I couldn't love my child any more:

1) We tried out celery and peanut butter today for lunch. Didn't go well. Celery was basically a delivery device for the PB. At one point Gavin looked at me and assumed a very thoughtful facial expression, complete with scrunched eyes and tilted head. His comment on the meal? "This is kinda like chocolate...and fish."

2) Our bedtime ritual includes the following exchange between Gavin and his dad:

Casey: See ya tomorrow!
Gavin: See ya tomorow!
(Casey walks out of the room and shuts the door at this point.)
Gavin, from bedroom: See ya tomorrow!
Casey, from hallway, slowly walking into living room: See ya tomorrow!
Gavin, a little louder: See ya tomorrow!
Casey: See ya tomorrow!
Gavin: See ya tomorrow!
(Casey pauses without saying anything)
Gavin: SEE YA TOMORROW!
Casey: SEE YA TOMORROW, GAVIN! GOODNIGHT BUDDY!

And all is quiet. Apparently all Gavin needs is that last "See ya tomorrow!" nice and loud, and he's down for the count. Love.