My morning conversation with Boybat on the way to school.
Boybat: Do you love me?
Me: I love you to the sun and back.
Boybat: Mom you'll burn up before you even get to the sun.
Me: OK, I love you to the moon and back.
Boybat: There's no air on the moon.
Me: I love you from here to school and back?
Boybat: Close, but not perfect.
Me: Alright then, what would be perfect?
Boybat: From here to Africa and back.
No stitching today, I was out enjoying the sun and how the neighborhood comes alive when the weather turns good.