I was heading upstairs on one of my normal breaks from work. Needed to refill the water glass and defill myself. As I'm heading from the bathroom to the kitchen my son runs up and hugs my legs.
"Up please," he looks up at me from just below my belt. When did he get so tall?
I reached down and picked him up. "Dude, you're getting heavy."
"That's okay Dada, you're strong." He says as if there was no question that I could lift a car like Mr. Incredible.
"Thanks," but before I start saying his name he continued.
"Not like Mommy," he looks me in the eyes, suddenly serious. "Every time Mama picks me up she says 'ugh'".
Truth is, Mommy does that on purpose because it makes him laugh. I didn't tell him that though.