I am relating a story to the Lorso in the kitchen about how the Bug had told me earlier that day, “You look berry nice, Mommy!” when I was in fact a sweaty stinky mess after a walk.

“He said it twice,” I tell the Lorso. “And then he paused and said, ‘I’m gonna hug you now,’ and ran at me and squeezed my neck!”

I’m so giddy in my relating of this story that after the Lorso grins and starts to walk into the next room, I am not satisfied with his reaction and shout, “C’mon, who has the best kid in the world?”

“Me,” the Lorso yells back. “No, me,” I shout back. Yes, we are always this mature.

A few seconds goes by, then from the back of the house we hear a Bug voice bellow, “NO, ME!!!”

He wins.