Tonight, as I was singing O his bedtime songs, he reached up to stroke my hair and say,"You're the most prettiest and goodest mom in the whole universe! No, the whole planets."
Somehow, the comments from 25 minutes prior -- "Here's the baddest mom again. I wish we didn't have a mom or dad. Then we could choose what we want." -- didn't seem to matter anymore.
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