And another installment of from the mouths of babes. Setting the scene: Little Miss is eating her dinner of soy milk pancakes (a Monday night tradition since Mommy gets home from work late and Daddy cooks the only thing Daddy knows how!). She peeks up at me through coy, lash hidden eyes.
Little Miss: Mommy, I like you!
Me: Guess what? I love you!
Little Miss: I love you, too!
Mister Man: I love her the mostest.
Me: Oh, you do, do you? Little Miss, who do you love the most?
Little Miss: I love you the most, Mommy!
Me: Awww, you’re such a sweet girl. Mister Man, who do you love the most?
Mister Man: I love Little Miss the most. I already said that.
Me: Well, what about the woman who gave birth to you?
Mister Man: Oh, Grandma? I suppose I love her the most, too.
Ummm. I think I need to have a little chat with Mister Man about how the world really works. I’m not quite up for the birds and the bees, but we may be starting to get a little close!