When I was a little girl, my mom played a sort of game with me that I guess you could call "Who Loves You?"  It went like this:

Mom says, "Who loves you?"

I reply, "You."

Mom:  Who do you love?

Me:  You.

Mom:  Who loves me?

Me:  Me.

Mom:  Who do I love?

Me:  Me!

     I loved that exchange with her.  I can rememer always feeling so happy inside when she would begin it.  My earliest memories of it, I was probably six years old but we had obviously been doing it for years before that because I don't remember her 'teaching' me what to say.  I can remember continuing the exchange from time to time right up until I got married.

     These happy, fuzzy feelings of love have not passed on to my sons.  This morning, my younger son had gotten in bed with us about a half hour before it was time to get up.  I smiled at him and we cuddled and giggled a bit.  I said to him, "Who loves you?" 

     He responded with a grin, "You." 

     So I asked, "And who do you love?" 

     He responded with an even bigger grin, "Daddy."

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Posted by quietcajun

That is so cute... it is a blessing that they love their daddy... even if that is not what he was "supposed" to say! LOL

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