"Landon, do you love Mommy?" I asked my charming little boy just after feeding him a sandwhich for lunch.
"Hmm, hmm..." he answered with a sweet smile through a bite of bread.
"Is Mommy your favorite?" I teasingly asked him thinking that since he loved me, he would surely like me enough to call me his favorite.
"No, Brinney is my favorite," he said, informing me of his heart's true love.
"Well, are you Mommy's boy?" I asked, hoping for at least some place in his heart.
"No, Daddy's my boy," he answered confidently and then he offered some more heart breaking information, "And Levi's my buddy."
"Landon," I made one last attempt. "Who am I?"
"Mommy," was his reply.
"I'm just Mommy?" I ask desperately.
"Yeah," he said and then grinned, "Don't be silly!"
I guess there are no places left in his little heart: I am just the Mom.