At work, I often tell everyone that I leave "gifts for my future self." Notes about a project to help make things smoother next time around or to help answer the inevitable questions that someone may ask me.
I try to do the same thing for Will ... provide him little hints to make his life easier.
Fairly late in my pregnancy, Will looks at me and says, "Mommy, I still love you even though you're getting so fat."
In my effort to make Will a good husband someday, I quickly corrected him.
"Honey, even if it's true, you never, ever tell a woman that she's fat."
He looked at me, took that in, and said, "Mommy, I still love you even though you're getting so huge."
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