Mason has grown into quite the generous little soul, and his imagination hasn't missed a beat either. They often combine in the giving of imaginary gifts to those he loves. The other day he came into the room with his little fist clenched and a sly look on his face. He thrust his hand toward me and said:
"It's a surprise for youuuu." (When he's excited he drags out the last syllable in his sentence. I love it.)
"Ohh, what is it?"
He opened his sweet fingers and looked at his empty hand, trying to see something. After a second he said:
"It's a new purse for you. And a credit card!"
Just what I always wanted, darling.