"Mom, how come you know so much?"

Today Christian was asking me a question about how the stove works. I told him as much as I knew and he said, "Mom, how come you know so much?"  He's always making me feel good with these comments.

Once we were looking at a scrapbook of mine and he saw a picture of my old car from college I nicknamed "Little Aggie" because it made a mooing sound.  It was a beater and I'm surprised I survived my snowy drives to USU in it. If my scanner worked I could post a picture. Anyway, as we were looking at this picture he said "whoa, look at that fancy car!"  I about busted up right there.

Another time when I was singing him a bedtime song he said I was the best singer.  He knows how to make me feel good.