It was at the end of a long day of, well, Cub being four. Very, very four. The fact that he was not then duct-taped into a chair was a testament to my incredible self-control.
As we're snuggling down to sleep, I whisper in his filthy little ear, "You know, sweetie, I love you even when you're insane."
He squirmed up to whisper back, "I love you, Mommy, because you're so kissy!"
So I decided to let him live another day. I think that was his plan all along.
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