The Protector

David & I were discussing motorcycles. I love his Ninja! I love riding. He was saying how unsafe it is for me to learn on that particular motorcycle. I said, "I don't have to ride that one, but I would like to be taught how to ride." He said he could get me a Rebel or something. I said, "I don't want some sissy motorcycle!" We were laughing and stepped into Sebastian's room where he was watching his Bee Movie & eating strawbees (strawberries) and I jokingly said "You tell your Daddy to stop being mean to your Mommy!" He seemed to be watching his movie intently, then turned around and said "here Mommy" as he handed me the stem from his strawbee. Then, so matter-of-factly, he walked past me to his Daddy who was standing behind me in the doorway, pointing & shaking his finger at him shouted "YOU DON'T BE MEAN TO MY MOMMY!!!!" We both laughed hysterically and I grabbed him up and kissed him & squeezed him so tight. "I love you my sweet baby boy! You are Mommy's protector!!"