Mongee (our name for grandma)(to the boy): Do you love your mommy?
The boy: yes
Mongee: How much do you love your mommy?
The boy: I love my mommy, but I don't love her the muchest. I love DADDY the muchest.
There you have it. Hours of slave labour. HOURS! Daddy comes home from work helps with bath and it's off to bed and BINGO- he's Mr #1.
Nevermind hours of slavelabour.
He loves DADDY the muchest.
2 comments:
Those are my angels. And I love them the muchest.
Happens to the best of us!!! :)
LOVE the picture!!
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