Baroy, noticing these messages, made a side comment to me along the usual 'what am I, chopped liver?' lines. N overheard, and apparently decided to address the issue, so as not to make his Dad feel badly. "I wrote you a letter, too, Daddy!" he announced proudly just a few minutes later.
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LOL (literally)! Poor Baroy. But as a mom, I have to say good for you.
hilarious!
Around here it's the opposite, I'm afraid (at least with Aidan). He wrote this thing for school: Phil (he calls us by our first names) gets me breakfast. Phil makes my lunch. Phil packs my backpack. Phil puts me on the bus.
And in fact, *I* do all those things! And how juvenile am I? I started to write a note in rebuttal of his little story, and was going to send it back in to the teacher!
Fortunately, cooler heads prevailed (well, embarrassment at the realization that I cared what his teacher thought), and I let it drop.
Aidan is a daddy's boy all the way, and I'm a distant second. And I'm okay with that.
Really, I am.
Oh. Poor Baroy. I can't imagine how much something like that must hurt... actually, yes, I can.
The thing is.... at least in our house... sometimes it's me that's liked and not loved, sometimes it's dh. (Sometimes both of us are detested parents and I know they are plotting to escape to MIL or my mom's or best of all, my sister's).
Regardless, give Baroy a hug... I feel bad for him, but of course, good for you!
AHHHHH, laughing and feeling badly for B all at the same time!
Sometimes having mommy babies is exhausting, but sometimes it's a lift to the soul. And sometimes it's hilarious :D
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