A Nice Conversation

Tonight Nicholas was laying on one couch, all covered up with a blanket, his snack of crackers and milk sitting next to him. I was sitting on the other couch looking at the new Southern Living catalog. All of a sudden he says, "Hey mom, mom!" "What Nicholas?" "Isn't this nice, a mom, a son, relaxing, watching TV together. It's really nice mom." "It is really nice, I like watching TV with you." "I love you mom, you are my best mom." "I love you, too, Nicholas, you are my best son." How old is he again? I wish he wouldn't ever grow up.