The Prairie Kid asked me today if he could call his good friend. I said yes. He called and they chatted about toys, sleep overs, etc. And then, for the first time as a parent (and probably not the last!), I said "okay, it's about time to get off the phone!"
I heard my son wrapping up the conversation. He said he had to go. And then he said "I love you."
Again, and with more persistence and a bit of questioning, "I love you."
I heard the voice on the other end slowly respond, "Okay."
"Don't you love me too?"
So sweet. But I don't think that he'll want to keep saying that at the end of all his phone conversations with his elementary school friends. It is bittersweet to see our kids grow up. Maybe he'll have a special resistance to caving to culture. : )