Me, giving Tyler a big hug after coming from work: Do you still love me?
Tyler: Of course, why wouldn't I?
Me, teasingly: Oh I thought you might have forgotten me.
Tyler: Of course not, I'm still young.
Me: What difference does that make?
Tyler: Well when I'm older and you're old and crinkly, I might love you just a wee, wee bit less.
In other news, I won some bling at the annual Vocal Competitions recently (I'll blog about it soon over at (A)musings of a Lyric Soprano)
Last weekend I took Tyler and Anton to Riverton for a bit of crab-hunting and ice-cream-devouring.