Momma, I love you. I love you and Mandy and Daddy, but not Korey. I don’t like him and I don’t love him.
Oh, I’m sure you love your brother.
No, I don’t. And, I love Kristen too, cause she’s in my family when I’m at Daddy’s.
I’m glad you love Kristin.
Because she loves you.
Mommy, sometimes I think Kristen is my Mommy.
Do you call her Mommy?
Then what do you say?
You know who your Mommy is, right?
(snuggle, hug, squishy nose)
Yesh, you’re my Mommy.
Good night sweetheart.
Cuddle me Momma.