Why I love ya.

My Batman.

One of the most endearing things Cade does these days is that he apparently hasn't yet figured out how to use the word 'because,' and instead interchanges it with the word 'why.'  He is incredibly advanced with his vocabulary, can put on his own shoes, and even knows left from right, but for some reason, he can't quite grasp this one small part of his language skills.

But I don't mind.  In fact, I love it, because it means that my almost 5 year old isn't quite growing up so fast.  It seems every day he just gets bigger and bigger, and I think, Where is my baby going?

For example, I'll say something like,
"Cade, why didn't you pick up the toys in your room?"
And he'll say,
"Why I was too busy playin' Batman, Mommy."

But my favorite?
"Awww, Cade, thanks for the hug.  What was that for?"
"Why I love ya!"  And then he'll give me a big hug, and kiss my tummy and Baby A for good measure, too.

It's now because a common phrase in our house.  We throw around "Why I love ya!" as often as we can.  This evening, Bran wanted to go golfing with his brothers and dad, but knew I wouldn't be too keen on the idea, seeing has he'd been gone at work all day and I'd had Lil C all day by my onesies.  But I kissed him, told him to go have fun golfing, and I said I was letting him, only because "why I love ya."

And I do.  I love my family.