My kid: Mum?
My kid: Could you be nicer to dad?
My kid: I know some things he does reaaaaally bother you. I know I also do things that reaaaaaally bother you, but you are better at letting go of the things I do than the ones my dad does. Why?
My kid: Is it because he’s big and I’m small?
Me: Er, sort of?
My kid: When I’m big like my dad, will you not love me like you love me now?
Me: (Wow, that was a big leap). I will always love you. Just like I love you now. You’re my son. I don’t seem to have much of a choice with you, I instinctively forever love you. With your dad…a lot of the times it’s instinct (normally when my mind is clear), but it can be more of a choice sometimes…
My kid: Then choose mum. Choose to love him.
My kid: At least today. It’s his birthday.
Me: Oh I can do today kid, no problem (LOL).