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 theĀ lovable category.

“Bekah cooks me dinner. I don’t love you.”

Nice, kiddo. Good thing my Mom Armor is especially strong these days.

Zack