Conversation drifted to loving family members the other evening when Ashwin said to me that he loves me sometimes. Some other times, he does not love me.
When don’t you love me? I asked him.
Sometimes… Like when you are mean to me. He replied.
When am I mean to you? I enquired
When you make me do things I don’t want to…
Like what? I persisted.
Like put on my clothes…
Mean mommy me!