Conversations.

• Mom, when I put my head on my pillow, it is like something is going to grab me. - Tripp (My reply? If you don't get your butt in bed, I am fixin' to grab you). He ran.



• Mom, when are you going to die? - Tripp



• Momma, when I get big, can I still get in your bed and cuddle you? - Tripp
  


• Momma... even when I am 65 or when I am in college I will always be your be-be. Even when your under the ground. - Tripp



• Tripp, what am I going to do with you? His reply? I don't know, Mom. What ARE you going to do with me?

Exactly.

That boy. That boy holds my heart. He absolutely kills me with his mannerisms, his kisses and his wit and charm. He is a smart a**. There is no denying who fathered this kid.