Miles was in a pretty good mood as we rode in to daycare this morning. Once we got to a stoplight, I craned my neck to look at him in the backseat, bobbing his head and looking out the window.
“I love you, Miles!” I said. “Do you love me?”
“No!” he replied.
“No??” I asked in mock incredulity.
“No!” he repeated. “I love mommy! MOMMY loves daddy! But MILES loves MOMMY!”
Well…at least I know my place now.
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