Tonight Will had a headache and felt a little warm so I got him so motrin. As he was standing there waiting on me I asked him how old he was...he said, "four." I said, "oh yeah, four and a half..." he said, "NO, I'm a wittle (little) four." I said, "oh really, you are?" He said, "yeah, wittle fours don't love their mommy's, they just like them...they love their daddy's though!"
So precious! This conversation doesn't bother me because I know he loves me! But I am so glad he loves his daddy. I'm so blessed to have a nurturing husband!
I love you Daron Jay!