Super Size Me

I've been putting this post off for over two months now, but after multiple requests from my wife, I figured I better document it anyway.

Back in the fall one night, it was my turn to put down Presley.  (We alternate nights putting down P1 or P2.) This particular night Presley said that she wanted "mommy to put her night-night."  I played along and acted like I was crying.

Me:  Boo Hoo Presley. Don't you love your daddy?

P1:  I love mommy more.

Me:  Presley?!?!?!?! (Serious now)  You don't love your daddy?

P1:  (As she is squeezing Lora)  I love you medium daddy.

Me:  Medium?  How much do you love mommy?

P1:  Extra Large.

(It broke my heart.  Lora could see it in my face.  Presley wasn't teasing.)

So the next morning on the way to school:

Me:  Raise your hand if your name is Presley. (Presley's hand goes up.)

Me:  Raise  your hand if your name is Paxten. (Presley's hand goes down.)

P1:  Paxten raise your hand.

Me:  Raise your hand if you love daddy. (Presley's hand goes up.)

Me:  Raise your hand if you love daddy extra large. (Presley's hand does down.)

Me:  PRESLEY! ! ! ! You don't love me extra large?

P1:  I love you medium daddy. I love mommy extra large.

 (Again, my heart was broken. It's okay though because she has since told me that she loves mommy and daddy extra large.... so I guess I did something right since this happened.)