Setting: snuggling at bedtime last night a few hours before Haddie’s birthday.
Jamie: “Can you believe you’re going to be 3 tomorrow?”
Haddie: “Yes!”
Jamie (lovingly): “I can’t. Sometimes I didn’t think you’d make it until your 3rd birthday because I thought we would kill you.”
Haddie then proceeds to mount Jamie’s face and smack it against the bed like a rock being skipped in the water.
Me: “There is still time.”