Love is a resource-hogging, patience-busting thing

The daycare director keeps a drawer of stickers at her desk and every child knows that. Many children say goodbye to her and happily accept a sticker on the way home.

You know whose child doesn't let it be that simple?

Each evening, sweet Mister asks for a sticker. For himself. He affixes it to the back of one hand. Then he asks for one for me, which I may not decline, because I would be denying him the pleasure of sharing generously of his sticker-acquisition talents. And then he asks for one for each girl (one at a time) and for his daddy.

And only after he's wearing a sticker and I'm wearing a sticker and he's wearing three more stickers can we leave.