Recently Sam started saying a phrase that I would like to freeze in time, and forever keep it on hand for those moments wherein one wonders why one has procreated.
Quit being horrified -- you know you have been there.
The sweet and gentle demand, "Hold you Mama!" has now evolved to, "Hold you ME, Mama."
If I say, "Oh, you want me to hold you?" He replies, "NO! HOLD. YOU. MEeeeee!!!!!!"
And even though it would be nice to (fill in the blank here) -- cook dinner, read a book, play piano, eat dinner, drive safely, etc -- I am eating up the developmental stage of him knowing only one "ME."
If only we could all get away with that kind of narcissism.