Last night, my dh and ds 10 had a manly night in the loft. We've got darts up there and pool so it was sleeping bags and snacks. Good times.
Ds comes down this morning and gets in for a cuddle with me and says I think I love dad more. And I said well we have different love for different people, you can have a box of love for dad and a box of different love for me.
He said no I have no love left for you, I love dad.
I know he didn't mean it and he'd just had a great boys night but it reeeeally really hurt.