Yesterday, like everyday, Boy2 and I arrived at Boy1's school at 11:45 to pick him up for lunch. Which, I must say, is always, without exception, such a pleasure. We hug like we haven't seen each other in months and it's one of the sweetest moments in my day. Anyway, from his carseat in the back, Boy2 spotted a mother (and friend) carrying her 3rd and youngest girl (16 months). The mother stopped when she saw us and waited for us to catch up.
En route, Boy2 said, "Look, Mama, it's my Louise."
"She's your Louise?"
"Oh yes, she's my Louise."
We met up and exchanged greetings. I was carrying Boy2 (yes, he's very heavy) and Louise was also in her mother's arms.
Boy2 gazed at Louise and then said to me, "Oh Mama, my Louise is so cute."
Then he leaned forward and said,"Now I kiss my Louise." And gave her the sweetest kiss on the cheek.
Louise beamed at him. Despite the fact that she speaks no English, she knew exactly what was going down.