Nearly every day Will showers me with sweet comments, something he no doubt learned from the example set by his sweet and thoughtful father. His default is “Mommy, you’re beautiful,” which NEVER gets old, let me tell you.
Some days he’ll compliment my cooking, whether it came from my kitchen or Amy’s, or the mature flowering shrubs in the yard which I do nothing to maintain. Sometimes he’ll switch it up and deliver another one of my other favorites, “Mommy, I like your new haircut,” which I get a couple of times a week, sometimes even when said haircut is buried in a pillow at 6 a.m., even when the last new haircut occurred well before Henry was on the move.
So the other day, I caught him studying my newly bared, not-so-clean-shaven legs on one of our first really warm spring days, and I was trying to imagine the accompanying compliment. He didn’t let me down:
“Mommy, I like your little black spikes on your legs.”