He only uses it when he's feeling playful or teasing me about something, but he tosses it out several times every day.
"Hello, Moon. Come here, Moon. I love you, Moon."
I really wasn't sure where it came from, until I heard myself call him 'son.' Aha. And there we have it:
He is my son;
I am his moon.
There are perhaps a dozen parallels tucked in there. Nice discovery, Tuck.
2 comments:
Oh my heck. I can't tell you how much I LOVE this!
I know, Dana. Me, too. :)
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