It’s the usual night time ritual with parents and kids. After the bedtime story has been read, and covers are tugged up, right down to their sleepy smile. You know it’s about to be on!
I love you.
I love you more.
I love you most.
Nope, not possible. I love you the most.
I love you a million times more.
Kid! You ain’t gonna win this debate. Trust me. We gave you life. Even though we used to wipe your butt for you, WE still love you the most.
One night I was in bed as my youngest was hollering her “I love yous” to me. I was a genius, I tell you and got her good.
Kid - I love you.
Mom - I love you more.
Kid - I love you most.
Mom - You probably do.
Bwah ha ha ha. Score one or five for MOM.
Some days it may feel as if the kids do love us the most but deep down we will always love them more. It’s just the way it is. No matter how they may irritate the crap out of us, we will continue to adore them.
Just don’t spill my wine...