Number One

Ever get an inflated ego, only to immediately have something bring you back to reality?

Yeah, me too.

Tonight, actually.

Before bedtime, Noah, Zoe and I were sitting in the recliner having cuddle time. I kissed Noah on the head and said, "My baby number one"; then kissed Zoe and said, " My baby number two".

Noah replied, " No, Mommy. YOU are number one, Daddy is number two, I am number three and Zoe is number four."

My heart filled with pride.

" *I* am number one!!??"

**eye roll**

"Well, YEAH. You ARE the oldest!"

Ahh.... I see. I get it now. Right.

Thanks, little man.