at 4pm today, this is the conversation that went on between my almost two year old and i.
me: dylan, clean up all your toys! put them back in the wagon. i don't want to see anything on the floor!
dylan: (looks at me and starts cleaning up) mommy mad.
me: yes, i'm mad. i have to clean up after you more than 3x a day. put all your toys back where they belong.
dylan: (puts everything back, comes back to me) mommy, kiss! (he proceeds to give me tons of kisses and hugs... then laughs). mommy no mad!
*i smiled after this... and laughed. how can i resist such a cutie little boy who knows how to work me around his little pinkie?*