It was months ago when I posted about Belle's level of love for me compared to her dad. I just can't compete. The glass ceiling is real, people. In our house that ceiling lies right below the level of her father.
Exhibit A: Our conversation while I was putting her to bed.
Let the record show that I was being kind and snuggling with her even after she was already supposed to be in bed and we'd been having a lovely time talking about Winnie the Pooh.
From a recording of Winnie the Pooh: "Oh, Bear!" said Christopher Robin. "How I do love you!"
Me, giving her a hug: Oh, Belle! How I do love you!
Belle, smiling back sweetly: Oh, Mom! How I do love Dad!