While pushing Basil through the store in the shopping cart on our weekly Sunday grocery run this afternoon, I was only half-listening to his questions. My responses were lame, I’m sure. Poor guy. Hey it’s hard to shop and field random questions like “do baby birds nurse?” and “why is that lady so short?” at the same time.
Anyway, this was one of my favorite.
“Mommy, do you love me?”
“Yep I love you, Basil.”
“Oh, why do you love me? Is it because I’m a hero?”