Ever since Max could say "mama" and "dada," I've asked him this important question: "Who loves you?" Obviously the answer that I am going for is "Mommy." I feel that there must be some reward for the poop-filled diapers, sticky windows, misplaced toys, broken electronics and melted crayons. For a while now, when I would ask him he would say, "Daddy" and then giggle like crazy. He knew what I was wanting and thought it was hilarious to deny me. Today we are back to "Mommy" and I am quite pleased. Maybe he felt guilty about the brick he dropped in his pants today while we were shopping?
P.S. I just literally licked my plate. How old am I? Seriously.
Not trying to downplay your diaper duty, any is not fun, but I'm looking forward to the day when Olive drops a brick rather than a shmush that I then have to wipe and wipe and wipe off her bottom. TMI? Of course!
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