The big boys had an appointment the other day and there were a few general questions asked, to get to know the kids, I guess, one of which was “Who does Mom love the most?” Shock, horror, and crickets. Finally 8-in-two-weeks-year-old says that he can’t answer that question, and I pipe in with “that’s a silly question” and all and sundry boo down that line of questioning. All’s well that ends well. I am not scarring my children by favoring one or two over the remainders. I might be scarring myself by pondering my navel and those of my kids whilst enjoying red wine all too often, but that is the lesser of the two evils.