Out of the blue, my eldest came out with this gem at bath-time the other night.
Him: I’ll never love her as much as you.
Him: My other mum.
Me: Wha..? Um…
Him: — Innocent, adoring smile —
Me: Er, which other mum are we talking about?
Him: The one I’ll get if you die.
Me: *Cough… splutter… blush* Him: I’ll never love that one as much as I love you.
Me: Well thanks. I think. But I’ve no plans to die, and who told you you’d get another mum if I did?
Him: It’s just what happens. Someone at my school – their mum died and they got a new one. But I’ll always love you more than I’ll love the new mum.