Since my boys were born, I have always told them they were my favourite (insert family position) child. Or they were my favourite (insert first name) in the whole world! They love that. But one day…that was not good enough. Nope, all 3 of them ganged up on me at once, they had to know…..which is your favourite child?
I tried doing my usual you are my favourite ______ and they said “Nope. We all know that already.” We were trying to walk home from the bus and they had us surrounded. My friend tried to save me by saying “She can’t be a favourite she loves you all equally”, they didn’t buy that. You must have a favourite.
Well I stopped, and I sighed. I know it’s true from all my “kids”, there is one that is super easy to be with. There is one that I find it easier to be with. Have I mentioned that since we adopted the cats, the boys consider them their “sort of brothers”.
They were surrounding me and being relentless so I finally said “Ok. I will tell you but you probably won’t like the answer.” My friend stopped in horror! She can’t really be picking a favourite he thought. Oh but I had to be honest with them. I love them all deeply, but there was one that wasn’t even asking this of me. So….. I said it. I told them who was my favourite:
My friends laughed! My boys all stopped, looked at each other, and back at me, and said in unison “Yup. He really is the best one”. Then one asked about our other kitty, and I said “Nope he poops in the tub!” And they agreed that wasn’t so good.
We walked home in peace, and then they all cheered for Cola when we got home because he is Mommy’s favourite. But he knew that already because I whisper it to him all the time, when we are hiding in time out from the boys.