A few weeks back, I got a little sad when Charlie told his dad that he wanted to "trade in mommy on a new one, because she got an ouchy on her leg." While I didn't take it too seriously, I was surprised at how easily he was willing to "trade-up." Geesh. Am I that expendible?
Today though, as we were loading into carseats in the van, I heard him mention "Mom, time to trade in our Charlie for a new one, cause I got ouchies all over my legs!"
I laughed this time, understanding that he really didn't want to get rid of me (yet), just wanted me to be "good as new" again. I think that would be nice sometimes too.