Frosting. I was walking up the stairs while The Pirate walked down.
I suspect he had been pondering the sentiments expressed by his friend who had announced in primary (I'm sorry to say, without raising his hand) that he wanted to be a drag racer.
"Mom I have something to tell you."
All right.
"When I grow up I want to be a race car driver."
Oh sounds like fun.
"When I grow up and I am four."
I nodded in approval and we each went our way.
Five minutes later he came back up the stairs calling for me.
"Mom, mom where are you?"
I am here.
"I have someting to tell you."
All right.
"Do you want to grow up and be a car-racer and sit with me? Do you?"
I looked at his raised eyebrows and perfect nose and soft cheeks. Oh my hearts all a flutter. I would do anything to be with you when I grow up.
"You will sit with me in the blue car?"
Yes even if my life is in peril because of your driving.
"Then I will share with you."