Da-fendin' Momma!

(.....as in "defending Momma")

Last night getting ready for bed, I had Austin almost dressed (in his Pj's) and Gary was still chasing Logan around the bed. He was climbing up and then jumping off - their usual.

I said, "Austin's gonna get his bottle (I know, the horrors!! But it's the only way we can get any milk into then right now)."

Logan: "I want MA (my) bottle."

Mommy: "Well, then, you need to get your pj's on."

He came over and laid down. Daddy is bigger and stronger than Momma and within seconds, Logan was naked and Daddy was whipping a new diaper on him.

Mommy (evah the competitor): "Ut-oh, Daddy's beating Momma, now"

Both Austin and Logan: "No, Daddy! No BEATING Momma!"

While Gary and I exchange looks like, serious? How the heck do they know the meaning of "beating" I say, "No honey 'Daddy is beating mommy like'...(I was gonna say something like..."like in a race, when we say 'I win, I win'"....although in our races, everyone wins...)...but all Logan heard again was that key phase: "...Daddy beats Mommy...." and he rears up and clomps his teeth down on Gary's hand and repeats "No, Daddy! No beat Momma!"

At the unexpected attack, Gary yelped in his big deep booming voice and scared the dickens out of Logan. Then we tried to balance between admonishing the little tyke that "It's never appropriate to bite" in between peels of laughter and as I look over Logan's shoulder while consoling him during his high pitched wails of terror and share a look of glee with my husband, my heart swells:

Like a lady of the castle, I lift my head a little more regally as the message from my Knights in Shining Armour comes through loud and clear:

"Don't mess with my Momma!"