The nightly routine with Ryan tends to vary from time to time. For a while, it was just a hug and a kiss and a “goodnight.” Then he saw the “Frankencelery” VeggieTales, and (like Justin) it turned into this:
Me: “I love you, little Mister.”
Ryan: “I love you, big Mister.”
Me: “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Ryan: “All right.” (or “I’ll see you in the morning.”)
Me: “Night night!”
Ryan: “Night night!”
Then he decided we should ‘tease’ by repeating the last word of every line, so it became, for example, “I love you, little Mister Mister.” We did that for about a week, and one night he broke out with this:
Me: “I love you, little Mister Mister.”
Ryan: “I love you, potato.”
Me: “… I’ll see you in the morning morning.”
Ryan: “I’ll see you in the morning, swingset.”
Me: “Night night night.”
Ryan: “Night night, lampshade.”
He insisted I tease with him like this, so we did that for about a week, coming up with new silly names to call each other every night.
Now he’s settled us down into the following sequence:
Me: “I love you, french fry.”
Ryan: “I love you, salad.”
Me: “I’ll see you in the morning, cheese.”
Ryan: “I’ll see you in the morning, salad.”
Me: “Night night, McDonald’s.”
Ryan: “Night night, salad.”
I don’t know what to make of the fact that he calls me ‘salad’ constantly.