Petra laid down some rules about who gets to be called what yesterday afternoon. I told Travis that he was “my darling” and Petra piped up from the backseat of the car, “No, he’s not your darling.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because I’m your darling.”
“Ah, ok,” I said, “You can be my darling. What’s Daddy then?”
After a moment’s thought, she informed me that Travis is my love, instead of my darling.
I’ll have to remember in future, when I’m tossing endearments around, that Petra has first dibs on darling.