While I was changing Arabella's diaper, Will wandered in and asked,"Mama, who do you love bester?" Now I had a split second to make my decision. I could go with the truth, I love each of my children the same. I could never pick between them. OR, I could go with what Nathan's parents did. See, they told each of the boys that they loved that particular one the best, "but don't tell the others!!" Nathan believed them for a long time. He had to feel wonderful know he was their favorite. That is until he decided he would destroy his superior older brothers by breaking the news to them that he was their parents' favorite child. They laughed at him and said "Nate, they tell all of us that!" But for all that time, he believed it. I am an only child and I'm pretty sure I was my parents' favorite and I have to say that is probably the best thing about being an only child. You know your parents adore you and think you are something pretty special. I also thought if the kid catches on, it's kind of a fun little joke.
Well for better or for worse, I chose the latter.
"Well, you know, I love you bester, but you can't tell! It's just a secret between us two." My little sunshine angel smiled his winning grin and said, 'Okay."
As I wrapped up the diaper change, I decided to ask him who he loved bester. Okay, I know it was a self-serving attempt to get him to declare me his favorite...because let's face it, my boys are mama's boys.
"Well, Will, tell me who you love bester." I smiled down on him beaming with motherly love.
"Oh I love Papa bester. And I like him. I love him and I like him. I just love Papa."
Curses, foiled again.
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