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I Don’t Love You, Daddy

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.

 

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