Whoever

One of my favorite tales from when my son was a little guy came as Kyle hugged me while he sat next to me on the couch

“I love you, mommy,” he cooed.

“I love you, too,” I responded, “But I’m daddy.”

Without missing a beat, he relied, “Oh, yeah — right. I love you — whoever you are.”

I laughed until I cried.

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