A few nights ago, he was bounding about in the bedroom and offered a box to his grandmother, saying she could put her things in it. I took a glance, and told him it was a box I had brought back from the office for him, so that he could put his toys or other precious things in it.
He jumped around and waved it about, coming back to me 2 minutes later with a bright face:
“I know! I know what precious thing I can put in the box!”
Me: “Oh really? What?”
Him: “You! You are my precious thing!” *beam* “Hahaha! But I cannot put you in the box right?”
Me: AWWwww…
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