I've always known Alex and Simon are more connected to their dad than they are to me. Not because they don't enjoy me and love me, but because Trevor is just generally a better "dad" than I am a "mom", in terms of doing the stuff one is "supposed" to do as a parent, I guess.
Today Alex said something funny, though...
Over the past few weeks, I have flown twice with a different instructor, just to diversify my approach (and because my regular FI was on a course one weekend). Throughout the process, my boys were quite interested that I would go to a different teacher (remember, in Grade 1, it's pretty much the one teacher you get, there is no "choosing" a different teacher for a few days when you are a six-year-old, hehe).
In particular, they wondered why I ultimately returned to my main instructor. I tried to explain it to them in simple language: "They're both good teachers", I explained, "And I like them both, but I am just more comfortable with Lari."
This evening, during an interaction with Alex, I demanded he gaze into my eyes and confess his true love for me. He joked back, pinching his fingers together to indicate how minimal his affection for me was in physical size, and told me that was how much he loved me. Then he swept his arms wide and said, "and this is how much I love Daddy"!
I pretended to be completely crushed. I guess he felt bad, because he quickly assured me that he had been joking. "You're both good parents, Mommy, and I love you both", he consoled, "but, you know, it's kind of how you like Lari better than Tatiana."