For as long as I can remember Marc and I have been torturing Chase with the question, "Who do you love more? Me or Daddy? Me or Mommy?" It's a joke because he is so adamant about never ever picking one over the other. He gets a bit belligerent about it. "I love you both the same!" We try to get him any way we can, Marc with, "Come on buddy, I'm much more fun. You definitely love me a little more." Or me with, "Chase, it's alright, you don't have to say anything, I just know that you love me a smidge more." For some reason this bugs him to no end, so of course we persist with it. You can ask Saige the same thing and she'll just roll her eyes and walk away. So it's definitely not as fun to do to her.
Last night Marc and Saige went to Atlantic City for the Hannah Montana concert so it was just Chase and I. Chase went out for a while and as soon as he got home he said, "Can I sleep in your room?" But of course. This morning I got him up extra early so we would have time to lie there. We had to get up but he wanted five more minutes. So I said, "Okay, but tell me something." He said, "I love you." To which I replied, "I love you too." He said, "I love you more than you love me." I said, "That is simply not possible." Then he took my chin in his little hand and gently turned my head towards his and said in the quietest little whisper, "It's okay Mom, we're alone, you can admit you love me more than Saige." Funny boy. I don't know were he gets it from.