Driving home today after school, I gave Rae a piece of caramel that Daddy had snuck into the car this morning because it was my favourite type of candy.

Chewing away happily, she said to me, “Mommy, I love you.”


“Why baby?”

“I love you when you give me candy.”

“Oh? You don’t love me when I don’t give you candy?”


Very matter-of-factly.

“Mommy loves you even though you don’t give me candy.”

“Well, that’s your problem.”