The kids and I have always had this thing where one of them will say “I love you” and I’ll say “I love you more” and then we go back and forth with “No, I love you more” for a couple of minutes.
But the other night as the Oldest Island Boy was walking through the living room he said “I love you” and after I said “I love you more” he said “Yeah, that’s probably true” and kept walking.
Just as what he’d said registered he stuck his head back around the corner and said “Not really!”
He’d better be careful because I still haven’t gotten my revenge for him rigging the sprayer on the sink.
It’s coming though – I can feel it.