Baby boy came up to me tonight. He had tears in his eyes and he hugged me. I asked him what was wrong. He replied,"Mommy, you let the dog lick you but you won't let me. That means you love her more."
Okay...so here I should have had the gentle sensitive response. Instead I started laughing. His statement came out of left field.
I said, "Baby I don't like the dog to lick me either. Don't worry I love you and your sister best!"