I seem to be the favorite at the moment. Without any bribing or persuasion the girl is happy to proclaim her love for me to the world. Well, mostly to her dad. "I love Mommy", she'll say, "but I don't love Daddy".
This is a first. It is the first time she has chosen to "love" one of us and not the other. The first time she is loudly making her preference know. The first time she is purposefully trying to solicit a reaction from the "unloved" parent. I am certain it will not be the last.
This morning while I was out at a kids consignment sale she repeated her devotion to me over and over to the husband. While I am certain that she did miss me (she also asked where exactly I was a number of times), I am also certain she was looking to see how the husband would react to this. His non-reaction is the most likely explanation behind the frequency with which she continues to assert her undying devotion to me.
I know she loves me. I love her too, my crazy little monkey. Now if only that love could translate into a little bit of blind obedience. Even one day a week.