This afternoon the whole family went on a walk together. Aaron wanted to play in some bushes and (shocker) ended up hurting himself. He screamed out for me, but since Brett was closer he picked him up.
Aaron - (still crying) - No. I said mommy!
Me - I'll take him, he likes me better (obviously joking, because Aaron used to be such a Daddy's boy)
Brett - Hey, that's not nice.
Me - Aaron, who is your favorite?
Aaron - Blue
Me - No who do you like, mommy or daddy?
Aaron - no, Peter is my favorite! Peter is the best boy ever.
First time ever that I didn't care at all about not being the favorite.
Side note - right after I decided to ask Peter:
Me - Who is your best girl?
Peter - You
Me - Who is your best boy?
Peter - ME!
That was a little too predictable.