Tonight at the dinner table we had a conversation that went something like this:
Jake: "Cole, what does Mommy say?"
Me, thinking to myself: "I love you, honey."
Cole, speaking: "If you hit Hayden one more time, you're gonna' hav-a sit in time-out!"
All my hopes dashed in a three year-old's brutal honesty. Although, he's right - I have to say that about ninety times a day. There was a bright spot when Jake asked, "Who says, 'I love you, honey'", and Cole did reply, "MOMMY!" I guess there's hope for us yet!