Last year about this time (I had totally forgotten this, just stumbled across it) Finn picked who he thought was the best mama in the world.
Spoiler alert: wasn’t me.
I was putting Finn to bed the other night and I carried him upstairs and put him down.
Finn: Daddy carried me all the way to my bed.
Me: That’s because you are so lucky to have the very best daddy in the whole world.
This was my mistake…wanted a pat on the back, not gonna lie.
Me: Who’s the best mama in the world?
Finn: Aunt Jen.
This made me laugh and I couldn’t be mad because I agree. Regardless, I’m telling Santa it’s another year of reindeer poop.