last night during sister club max and i had a little chat about motherhood as i poured chocolate syrup on his ice cream.

“you’re my mommy,” max said.
“no i’m not.”
“you should be.”
“you have a mommy already, i’m not a mommy.”
“will you ever be a mommy?”
“someday i’ll be a mommy.”
“good.”
“why?”
“you should be a mommy.”
“why?”
“because you call me booba.”
“is that all it takes to be a good mommy?”
“no, because sometimes you call me boobalicious.”
“yes, i do.”
“you’ll be a good mommy because you have a lizard and a superhero and a firework tattoo.”
“oh, so that’s what it takes to be a good mommy?”
“yes! and jellybeans.”

i am so set to be a good mommy.