No Love
I was lying on the floor the other day, hanging out with Mr. C and Little E, and Mr. C had been standing on my back, frequently falling and bruising different parts of my body. I had put an end to it when Little E started in on me, pinching me hard with her little fingers. I asked, “Why do my children want to hurt me?” Mr. C answered, “Because we don’t love you.”
Nice.
It’s a good thing for my could-be bruised ego that in a few minutes, they were both hugging me and cuddling with me.