Last night Rhayn got sick, all over my toilet nook. After that she said she felt better, and went to bed. Gwennie tried to sleep with her, but was keeping Rhayn awake. Finally I made Gwennie come in my room. She screamed for a good twenty minutes, "I won't talk a sister! I won't talk a Rhayn! I want to sleep wiff Rhayn!" I read while she yelled. Pretty typical ofher night time fits.
But then she said it "I don't love you, Mommy." (Picture her with arms crossed and pout on her face whilst she said this.)
Huh? "What did you say Gwennie?"
"I don't love you, Mommy."
"Do you love Rhayn?"
"What about Daddy?"
"Yes, I love Daddy."
"What about me?"
"I will love you in the morning-time."
"But you don't love me right now?"
"Good to know."
After which I buried my head in the pillow and giggled for a minute. I had tried to act sad and pretended to cry. But that gave way to true giggling.