being best

Chip likes to tell me that he likes me best.  He says this when I’m trying to get him to stay with Grandma while I run an errand, or let daddy take him out of the car, or sometimes, even when we are just at home and snuggling.

The other day he even started telling me all the reasons why:  I’m nice, I’m fun, I smell good.  I told John this and he wondered what the heck he smelled like.  I just thought, well, like “dad”.

Sometimes being “mom” is a lot of work.  But this makes it worth it.