Dear son, remember how yesterday I told you you were the best, most wonderful, smartest, funniest son in the world? And that in fact, you had won a prize for being the best boy in the universe?
And remember how I showered you with similar award declarations? And then how I, in a moment of tenderness and vanity wondered if perhaps you thought I was worthy of a prize too, not asking for much?
Do you recall how you looked at me, smiling, as I thought "yay, some kind of mom prize is coming up".
And indeed it did.
"You win the most nagging mom in the world prize!"
I take what I can get! It's great to be the best at something!
