It's okay to have favorites

Yesterday morning when Zoe and I were in the bathroom getting ready for church, we heard something fall in the kitchen. Zoe went to see what had happened. When I went to find out myself Zoe said, "Mom, you don't want to see this." Noah had dumped a full bag of tasteos all over the kitchen table and all over the floor. Noah takes every opportunity to get up on the table when there is a chair close to the table. I was cheered by the fact that Zoe was cleaning up the mess. Zoe was my favorite child and Noah was my least favorite child at that moment!