So I posted the other day about how little kids everywhere love to declare that they have “The Best Mom in the Whole Wide World.”
Well, wouldn’t you know that my little munchkin has decided to start holding out on me…
Now I know my son adores me – he has been a mommy’s boy since he was first plopped on my tummy, all covered in goop and squirming up to latch on and grab his first drink.
But, I noticed that recently he hasn’t been telling me I the best mommy in the whole wide world.
So, today I decide to prod Jackson. But the little monkey loves to torture me – he has his dad’s sense of humor. And so we play. “I love you this much,” he taunts, holding up his arms not as far apart as they can go and then flashes me his most mischievous grin.
“Oh you…” and I wrestle him for a hug. (How come his laugh is never more beautiful than when he is being a monkey?)
We laugh and play for awhile. A short time later he tries to lure me from my computer. I pout and tease him back, “No – I am still upset because you won’t say that I am the best mommy in the whole wide world.”
“Well,” my little politician answers, “You are the best mommy in the whole wide world that I know!”
“You little monkey!”
“Well… what if somebody else says that to their mommy?”
“Arrrghh – come on – this is no time for logic – give me some love!!!”
How come I have the only four year old in the whole wide world who uses logic when it comes to confessing their adoration to their mommy?!?
Good grief – but my ears will be wide open now, waiting and listening. That little munchkin is going to slip one day and call me the best mommy in the whole wide world. And I will be there – ready to record it.