Josh hates the church nursery. Let me clarify...he hates getting left in the church nursery. So every Sunday we have the same drama that begins the minute the "amen" is said on the closing prayer in Sacrament Meeting.
Yesterday's drama started no differently. On the way to the nursery room, Josh is sobbing, "No, mommy, no!" When I walk in the door with him and calmly and rationally explain that mommy will be back very soon, he assumes the "monkey." Meaning he wraps both arms around my neck and both legs around my waist and squeezes as tightly as he can screeching, "No, mommy, stay HERE!" over and over again.
That's all fine and good. I can resist that level of cuteness, rip him from my body, set me down, and make a mad rush for the door.
But he took it to a whole new level yesterday. As I'm trying to calm him down, he starts saying over and over, "Mommy, I love you, mommy, I love you, mommy, I love you, mommy."
I still managed to extract myself from his baby clutches and make a run for it.
But I did it with a lump in my throat.