I think every parent longs for the day when your child can reciprocate the
suffocating love that you’ve been showering on them since day one.
I guess I’ll have to wait a bit longer.
Me: Allison, do you want pancakes for dinner?
(Fast forward 20 minutes. Brinner is served.)
Me: How are your pancakes?
Allison: Love cake-cakes!
Me: What else do you love?
Allison: Love Wheel [of Fortune]!
Me: Do you love mommy?
Allison: Love mama cake-cakes!
I’m glad that she expressed her feelings towards the pancakes. Because I’m sure they were feeling pretty under appreciated.