First name, Mommy. Middle name, Chopped Liver. We have already established this. But just in case I begin to forget, I have two loving daughters to gently remind me. Julia was close to throwing a fit tonight because it was my turn to tuck her in, and not Craig's. When I jokingly told her that it makes me feel like she doesn't love me when she says things like that, she consoled me with, "I do love you, I just love Daddy better." And why does she love Daddy better? "Because he's the best." And why is he the best? "Because he carries me."
Since when do big muscles win parenting prizes?
I gotta start working out.
you stepped into a mine by asking! it's much better to come up with your own conclusions about why daddy is the best.... my fave is because he's the most childish or think natural (not freakish) freud complexities. you'll feel much better!
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