My son (The Tackler) mashes his face into my arm.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m trying to snuggle.”
“That’s not how you snuggle. Why don’t you lay on my lap?”
“Mommy, this is how I like to snuggle because I love you the best.”
My heart melts into mushy goo because I am never the “chosen one”.
“Sometimes I don’t like daddy because he’s doing naughty things to me.”
“What naughty things does he do?”
He gives me an earnest look. “He let me go in time-out. That’s a bad thing. And sending me upstairs for a long time is naughty.”
I bite my lips to keep from laughing at Daddy’s “bad things” which I frequently have to do as well.
“And I like you the best, cuz I like you. I got you first.”
Insert more melted Mommy-Goo.
This moment fuels me for the more… challenging days of mother hood.
I hold it close because tomorrow, I am likely to be “out” again.
What things has your child send to you that transform you into melted goo?
Or what creative and sneaky ways do they blame you for their actions?