You, your son and your husband were at home, since it was a weekend. You were in the kitchen making food while your son, Milo and your husband Ethan were fighting over whos you were.

Milo: “Stay ‘way from my mama!” Ethan: “She was mine first.” milo crossed his arms to make him look serious. Milo: “No! She MINE!” Ethan: “You weren’t even born yet.” Milo: “Don’t care.” you walked back over to the living room while the food was in the oven. Milo immediately cuddled up to you. Milo: “Go ‘way, Dada. Me and Mama havin’ cuddles.” Ethan: “I cuddled her before you even had teeth.” Milo: “I got teeth now!” Ethan leaned in and gave you a small peck on the lips, making you smile and Milo very mad. Milo: “Why you kiss Mama?!” Ethan: “Because I love her.” Milo: “No! You kiss your own Mama!” Milo: “You not marry her. I marry her.” Ethan: “Too late. I already did.” Milo: “Then UN-marry her.” when Ethan tried to keep his hand on your thigh. Milo pushed his hand away. Kid: “No touch Mama. She my BEST friend.” Dad: “Well she’s my wife.” Kid: “No. She my snack helper.”