Cue vision of purple box full of shiny wrappers encasing smooth chocolate….tissue box please. Sweet, velvety favourites. I know I shouldn’t… Is it wrong to have one?
Objectively I have two polar thoughts on this topic:
1. it is just plain wrong to have a favourite
2. it makes sense that you would prefer the company of/get along better with one more than the other; that’s human nature and just because we’re connected by genetics does not mean that we’ll see eye to eye on all things or be the best of friends (just ask anyone with siblings…)
Just quietly, I have a clear preference for one over the other at the moment. Before you burn me at the stake, allow me to paint a picture.
One coos, chuckles and when not happy, can generally be distracted or pacified with a strange noise, something to chew on or a nipple; the other yells, shouts and throws things and can only be pacified by either caving in to his every desire or getting him so upset (by persisting with requests to go to the toilet before bed) that he caves in and collapses in a heap, exhausted from the effort of disobedience.
One naps during the day allowing for some quiet time and opportunity to be a little productive on the home front. The other really could do with a nap most days, but soldiers on, getting more impossible and demanding as the day wears on.
One can’t yet talk back; the other can and does…constantly.
In order to keep my good friend Guilt at bay, I am going to start my own line of boxed chocolates… Preferences.
*Note: expiry date is individualised and may take you by surprise.
Love your honesty. Very understandable! Tee hee