At the Colorado Fondue Company last night, the boys gave their momma their Mother’s Day presents. She opened up the card that my youngest son gave her and read it: “…you are number one in my heart…”
I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at the little guy, tilting my head so I could glare at him over the top of my glasses. He started laughing nervously.
My wife shoved me. “I’m number one.”
“Hmph.” I smiled at my oldest. “Looks like you’re my favorite now.”
He threw his hands over his head. “Hooray!”
His little brother’s mouth literally dropped open.
My wife punched my shoulder. “No,” she said firmly. “We love you both the same.”
Suddenly, I realized how my teasing sounded to the kids. I switched to my serious face. “Of course we do,” I said. “Seriously, we’re all a family. There is no ‘love you better’ going on here.”
“You’re both number one in my heart!” my youngest said. “That’s what I meant to say.”
Sure you did.