The other night while watching tv, my husband asked Son #1 a question with an impish glint in his eye. "Hey son, who's cuter...that baby on tv or your baby brother?"
"My baby brother!" Son #1 yelled out.
"Well, how about this. Who's cuter...me or your baby brother?" My husband asked again.
"My baby brother!" Son #1 responded catching on to the twisted little game my husband was playing.
"Alright, who's cuter...you or your baby brother?"
To this rotten question, I replied. "Oh, you're both the cutest!"
Then my husband asked. "Who's cuter...me or your mama?"
Son # 1 paused for a moment and then stated. "I'm cuter!"
What a rascal.