A few days ago:
As is customary, my son ran to my room and stood next to my side of the bed while saying, "Oh! Hi Mommy. Good morning Mommy." I barely opened my eyes, cracked a lazy smile, and replied, "Good morning, Sweetheart."
He crawled up in my bed and snuggled with me for a few minutes and I asked if he knew where we were going to go that day. His response was priceless. He said, "Vegas, Baby!"
He's definitely my son, isn't he?