Living with little kid is like living under the same roof as a jealous lover. He angrily told an affectionate Mr. Ashley last night to "Get your hands off my mudder!" and can't stand to even watch me snuggle the dog. If Big Kid comes within a five foot radius of me, little kid is squirming between us and yelling "Don't touch my mommy! She's mine!" despite my reminders that I was Big Kid's mom first and that I love them both equally.
While I put makeup on, he stands in the bathroom and talks about how beautiful I am and sighs, "I love your hair," while I style it. He frequently calls me Princess Mommy or My Most Beautiful Mama. He's also changed the words to Sublime's "What I Got" from "Lovin' is what I got," to "Mama is what I got, I said remember that! Mama is what I got. That's why I don't cry when my dog runs away, don't get angry 'bout the bills I have to pay..." luckily he doesn't remember the rest so he just sings that part over and over again. I like it a lot.
This morning while we were snuggling in bed, he asked, "Mama, who do you love more, me or daddy?"
"Oh, quit this. You're not in competition with your dad, little kid."
"Yeah, but if you had to pick...."
"little kid, who do you love more, me or cookies?"
"Oooohhh. You or cookies? Hmmmm." He was thinking hard. I laughed.
"What?" he asked. "I'm thinkin' I'd pick you...as long as you pick that you love me more than daddy. And more than Murphy. And bubby."
"little kid, I love you all the same but different. The same amount, just in a different way."
"Well, that's how I feel 'bout you and cookies."
Knowing how intensely he feels about cookies, I can accept that answer. I am loved.