Love

It's a rainy, midwinter morning.  Bayboh has climbed into bed with me to say hello.  He would like a "cuddle".

Hugging him, I say, "I love you."

He furrows his brow and then grins, "Love. kocolate!"

Points at me, "You. love. kocolate!"

Warming to his theme, "Shmoogie. love. kocolate!  Mr. P. love. kocolate!  Daddy. love. kocolate!"