ONE is what I’m going to start calling my first child. I’ll call the next one TWO. And so forth.

ONE has developed an obsession with school buses. Every day he sees one and exclaims “LOOK! A school bus!” which is shortly followed by “I want to ride the school bus!” He wants to ride a school bus so badly.

I have explained that he can ride it, when he’s bigger. Tonight at dinner, he and I had the following discussion:

ONE: I’m big.
Me: You are getting big!
ONE: I want to ride the school bus.
Me: You can, when you’re bigger.
ONE: Mommy, did you ride the school bus?
Me: Yes, I did.
ONE: When I get as big as mommy I can ride the school bus.
Me: That’s right.
ONE: Mommy?
Me: Yes?
ONE: … Will you ride the school bus with me? When I get bigger?

I think it was HOW he asked me, that got me. His eyes were so wide. And serious. Very serious. And I thought, wow. Right now all my kid wants in the world is to ride a school bus, and the person he wants to ride it with, is me. 

Also, when did he learn to talk like an adult?

All the times I complain because I can’t get anything done, and the annoyance I feel when he follows me EVERYWHERE, and yells “MOMMY!” when I’m not in his direct line of sight, is stupid. Experiences like this humble me. By the time my son is old enough to ride the school bus, he probably won’t even let me kiss him goodbye.

I’m going to soak up all the ONE love I can, while he’ll let me.