The other night as I was putting my dear boy to bed, the conversation went a little like this:
Son: Mommy, mostly I like you, but sometimes I hate you.
Me: Oh? Well mostly I like you too, but I never hate you.
Son: Mommy, I really love you.
Me: I really love you too!
Son: I know. Even when you’re not happy with me.
Warms a mother’s heart.