Every night we take turns reading to the kids.
"Dad will read to me tomorrow night, right?"
"Mayor, why don't you like it when I read to you?" I asked in earnest.
"Well," he said. "I do like it a little bit when you read to me."
"What don't you like about it, Mayor? Am I doing something wrong?"
"No... it's just that when Daddy reads I like it a little bit better."
"What does he do that you like better?" I asked.
"Well, I just love him a little bit more, Mama."
"It's just a tiny bit more, Mom," he said gently.
"I love him this much."
"And I love you this much."
"Time for bed now," I said.