Bog Boy: I love you pieces of bobs
Me: To bits of pieces?
Bog Boy: No bobs of pieces
Me: Bits and bobs?
Bog Boy: No pieces and bits
Me: Not just I love you lots?
There is silence from Bog Boy and he just looks at me as if to say: You clearly don't get this do you.
I enjoy our conversations in the car I find them edifying and illuminating and just sometimes puzzling in a warm and woolly way. The rest f the journey he listened to Train: Calling All Angels one of his favourite songs...
5 comments:
Great song choice!
They are so cute! This is what is so incredible about blogging, you can look back at those conversations in years to come and they'll a lovely warm smile to your heart.
CJ xx
Great exhange... as Crystal these are the quotes you wish you'd written down years ago when they were tiny....
I would like to be loved bobs to pieces. What a very unique way to be loved. You better treasure it while you can. XOXcalid
Expat Mum - he has impeccable taste
CJ - little snap shots I call them and they do warm my heart!
About Last Weekend - there are so many wish I could capture them all!
Nora - I like bobs of pieces too and I love them back just as much!
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