Peanut today declared, “Butter is my best, so he gets three stickers. Mommy, you’re my second best, so you get two stickers. Cat One is my third best, so he gets one sticker. And Daddy is my last, so he gets zero stickers.”
Spouse was miffed about being last until he realized Cat Two didn’t make the list at all. I was honored to come in second to a delicious baby, and knew it was my renewed efforts at being a damned decent parent that got me top billing and a couple of sparkly dolphin stickers.
Then, after lunch, I told Peanut, “Finish up playing, and in a little while we’ll have nap.”
“Daddy!” he called. “You’re third now, and Mommy’s last. Do you want her stickers?”