It was the typical argument. Caleb had announced that he pooped and neither of us wanted the job of changing him. The poor child was walking back and forth between us, begging for relief.
Nick said to him, "Who do you want to change you, Caleb?"
Caleb answered, "Mommy!"
When Nick asked him why, he answered, "Because I love her."
I have never had love expressed to me in such an unusual way.
(Thankfully my husband expressed his love to me by changing Caleb anyway, without complaint.)