Setting: my living room, last night. Hoss emerges from the bedroom and climbs into my lap.
Hoss: I love you, Mommy.
Me: I love you, too, Buddy. Now go back to bed, please, it's almost 9:00. [gives Hoss hug and a kiss on the head, rumpling his hair so it spikes up.]
Hoss: I love you no matter what. Even when you're mad at me, I love you. And when I say "I hate you," I really don't. I love you anyway, I'm just saying that because I don't like what you're saying, and I don't like when you yell at me. I'll always love you just the way you are.
And he hopped off my lap, and scurried back to his room without another word.
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