I lied to my husband and I will take it to the grave
My son has recently had a pretty strong preference for one parent over the other. It switches moment by moment who it is.
Two night ago, he kept saying, “I DON’T LIKE MY DADDY I DON’T LIKE MY DADDY.”
My husband was heartbroken. He kept trying to talk to him, ask him why he felt that way, and tell him that it hurt his feelings. He really tried to reason with him, but after five minutes, he just left the room and I took over. They hugged and it seemed okay.
The next morning, as I’m taking little guy to school, I say to him, “Can you go upstairs and tell your daddy you love him?” I figure it was a 50/50 shot. Kiddo said okay and dutifully went upstairs to say goodbye to daddy.
This evening, while he’s making dinner, my husband says, “Oh I didn’t tell you! Little guy did something amazing this morning. I was upstairs working, and before you left for school, he came upstairs to hug me and tell me he loves me.”
“Oh! Did he?” I asked.
“Yes! He totally heard me yesterday and wanted to make it right. He really got that he had done something wrong and wanted to fix it.”
“Yeah it sounds like it!” I said.
He looked wistfully at me, “I just love that little boy so much.”
You guys. I can’t ever tell him, right?