After Sam and I got back from our date night on Valentine’s Day, we went to pick up the kids from his mom’s house. Little Man met me at the door with a Valentine he had made for me: Mom you have taken good care of me! You are the best mom in the world!, galaxy!, and universe! I love you a lot! Happy Valentine’s Day!!!
I gave him a bunch of hugs and gushed over how sweet it was when Sam asked about his Valentine’s Day card. “Where’s mine at, buddy?”
“Let me get that back from you,” Little Man said, snatching the card away from me. He grabbed a marker, sat down at the table, and scribbled something really quick, then handed it back over.
“See? This card is for BOTH of you. It says it’s for Mommy and you, Daddy.”
Indeed it did after that minor edit.
“You just added that on there!” Sam said huffily, pretending to be offended.
“No…no…but if you read the whole card out loud, then you automatically say ‘Mommy and Daddy,’ so you know it was meant for you.”
That’s weak, son.
But I’m not complaining too much. since I got the super sweet Valentine’s Day card!
Between this and Baby Girl deciding that only her mommy can handle anything related to her needs, poor Sam isn’t feeling much of the daddy love lately. Maybe this is a good time to push the idea of Baby #3, that way there’s a chance he’ll get one that will be a daddy’s girl or daddy’s boy? 😉