Last night, Riley and I were walking in the field to the top of the hill to try to catch a beautiful sunset. Abram fell asleep in the sling and I asked Riley to look at how cute he was. He did and sighed, "augh!" I said, "I just love him to pieces." And Riley said, "Me too, Mama, I love him to brakes."
(Earlier in the day as we ate dinner on the porch, he dropped his fiestware plate on the cement. I said, "Oh no, don't drop it, it will brake into pieces." This is how his mind was working last night.)