The other night, I was rubbing Ry’s back as we were settling down into bed.Â I rub and coo and we snuggle.. I said “you like your bed, don’t you?” and he quietly mumbles back, “uh, huh”…..
To which Tege pipes in just as quietly, “It’s my bed.”
Got a chuckle from Bob and I.Â I then told Tege the bed was mine and Daddy’s, until he came along and then we started sharing…. Tege didn’t miss a beat, replying with “Umm… no… it’s my bed.”
No arguing with a tired 4 year old.Â Of course, we’ve long knownÂ *everything* of ours is really his.