Directly after my wife left the house today my three year-old started bawling.
“I MISS MOMMA!!”
“Oh buddy,” I said as I picked him to comfort him. “Momma will be back. And I’m here.”
“I,I… I don’t LIKE YOU! I love MOMMA!”
“Aww, do you want to kill Daddy and marry Momma you love her so much?” I joked.
Suddenly all the tears stopped and he looked up at me with the most serious expression that’s ever crossed his angelic face. “Yes. Yes I do.”
I’m sleeping with the bedroom door locked from here on out.