When Cash turned two, the word “two” became his favorite word. He even named his stuffed dog, Two. One day, I asked him if he knew how much I loved him. He, of course, said, “Two much!”, which sounds just like “Too much”. I told him he was exactly right. I do love him too much.
When Quinn and I had a similar conversation, he told me I love him “so much”, turning it into “too much and so much”.
Tonight when putting Cash to bed, I asked if he knows how much I love him. At first, he said the usual “so much and too much” but then he added that those would equal double much or maybe triple much and put them together and it would be “mega much”! Sweet little boys. I do love all three of them “mega much”!
Joyful Striving 