by G. Allen Wilbanks
hot chocolate
“I love you, Mommy. More than anything.”Sandra picked up her two-year-old son and hugged him. “I love you, too, baby.”
As the boy toddled away, she turned to her husband with a gloating smile on her lips.
“Did you hear that? He loves me more than anything.”
“It’s not a big deal,” said her husband.
“You’re just jealous.”
Her husband laughed and pointed down the hallway. Sandra turned in time to see her son pick up their orange and white tabby, Muffin, and squeeze the cat to his chest.
“I love you, Muffin,” the boy said. “More than anything.”
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