"I know, baby, but you also know that Papa's working so it'll have to be me."
"But I don't want you here," he puffed, annoyed. "Only Papa."
"Oh," I said.
He saw me standing there awkwardly and then he sighed almost sadly. He put down his toy, went up to me, pulled me down to him, and put his hand on my shoulder. "Mama, I love you but I love Papa more. Are you okay?"
And funnily enough, as my heart swelled to see the great love my son had for his father, I realized that I was telling the truth when I replied, "Yes, that's okay. I'm very okay with that."
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