I Don’t Love You
“I love my brother,” Zack tells me.
“Awe, that’s wonderful, honey.”
“He shares his Legos with me. I love him. I don’t love you.”
“You don’t love me? How about, you love me AND you love your brother? You can love two people at the same time.”
Zack contemplates this idea a moment.
“You cook me dinner.” Apparently this is the criteria now to put a mom in the lovable category.
“Bekah cooks me dinner. I don’t love you.”
Nice, kiddo. Good thing my Mom Armor is especially strong these days.