Snuggling the boys at bedtime tonight, one on each side, I sighed. "I feel like the most loved mommy in the whole world."
Jorge snuggled in closer. August cocked his head.
"Mmm...probably not in the whole world. Probably the most in this half of the world, though."
"I mean, Europe and Asia are really big. There are a lot of people there."
"So...you think there are mommies out there that are more loved than me?"
"Maybe, like, one. You are probably the most loved in like three-quarters of the world."
"Hm. Well, ok. I feel like the most loved mommy in the whole world."
"But you probably aren't. Probably second most."