Some one recently asked if Davy was my favorite child. I have to admit, I LOVE babies. Then add a big clefty grin on a baby girl and I'm a goner. But as soon as I think this my mothers guilt says, nooo, you love them all equal! No favorites, equality for all! Then I got to thinking...what if my kids feel like I have a favorite? I wonder if they think I love Davy more cuz I'm constantly taking care of her? So on the way to soccer practice I asked Ollie...........
Me- Olls, do you think mommy has a favorite kid that she loves more?
Ollie- (with a smile) Yes.
Me- (Crap, he knows, he knows) Really, who?
Ollie- He leans in and whispers........me.
Me- It is you!!! I do love you the most!(phew)
YOU, OLIVER, ARE MY FAVORITE CHILD!! But don't tell anybody, it's our secret.
Ollie sticks his hand out and says, Mom, give me your words. Then he scooped up my words and shoves them into his brain.
Ollie definitely went up a few notches with that stunt. Want to know something funny? Growing up my Dad always told each child that they were his favorite, I totally believed it to.
On side note, Ollie did indeed have a black eye. I'm not gonna mention any names, BUT a certain 2 year old may or may not have hit him in the face with a broom.
There is never a dull moment in the Schultz house.