So Big E wakes from his afternoon nap (after his first day of preschool) and proclaims dispassionately, “I don’t love you, Daddy”.
I knew this would come, but before he’s even potty-trained?
I looked at him bemusedly (perhaps condescendingly) and responded, “Well, I love you, buddy. And I always will.”
“I want some water. Not in a big-boy cup. In a sippy cup.”
So I guess we’re back to normal.