I leave my beach town every six weeks or so to drive through the desert all the way to Phoenix, because they don't get much cuter than this.
He said, "When I grow up I'm not going to marry a girl!" I said, "Are you going to marry a dog?" "NO!", he giggled. "Are you going to marry a cat?" "No." "Are you going to marry a car?"
He said so sweetly...."No, Grandma. I'm going to marry you!"
Does life get better than this?
