Mama's boy may be slowly migrating to Daddy's boy. In some respects I knew I'd be OK when it happened. You know - go to Daddy when you wake up in the middle of the night. Call for Daddy when you've pooped in the potty and need a little help on the clean up. Go to Daddy when you scrape your knee. Go to Daddy when you are sad, tired, sick, scared....
Yeah, I crack myself up too.
That's not how it works but a girl can dream.
Tonight involved yet another conversation in which I needed to explain Mommy's and Daddy's opposing views, specifically politics.
Last time he said he was a Democrap like Mommy.
Tonight?
Little Man: "Daddy, you are a boy and I am a boy. So I'm a Repugnant too".
I nearly bit my tongue clean off.
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