Yesterday while Ryan and I were discussing his ugly rubber tree plant after painting our kitchen blue, Sam had his first "what about me?" moment as the middle child.
Me: "Ryan, now that the kitchen is blue and pretty, that plant has GOT to go. It's hideous!"
R: "At least it has history. What about your ugly plants over there?"
Me: "Unlike yours, those ACTUALLY have true history. That one was given to us when Jack was born."
R: "Was it really?"
Me: "Yes it was."
Sam: apparently listening to us from the table "How 'bout when I was bown mom?"