I want the brown one!

Yesterday was a longgggg day.  There are two things I have been working diligently for and both of them ended in bad news.  I was pretty beat and I could not wait to see my pickle and business mouse.  Lately, the pickle has been very protective of Wesley.  He makes sure everyone that smiles at him knows that he is his baby brother, not theirs.  Most recently, he has been very concerned about me kissing Wesley's belly, one of my favorite things to do.  Wesley just laughs and laughs - it is pretty adorable.  Isaiah was able to articulate that he doesn't want me to eat him up (because kissing can look like eating).  He explained, 1) Wesley is not food and 2) If I ate him, then he would be all gone.  
It's true.
Yesterday when I got home, I could tell something was weighing very heavily on my Pickle's mind.  He looked very concerned... in a three year old kind of way.

"Hi baby!" I said putting my purse on the dining room chair.
"Hi Mommy..." He said quietly.
"What's wrong, baby?"
"If I eat you up, will you be all gone?"
"Yes."
"Then I will get a new Mommy?"
Feeling a little offended, I hesitated before answering. I've been bringing bottles to Wesley in the afternoon while my milk supply catches up with his recent growth spurt so I've been working a little later.  I was hoping he didn't want to trade me for a more "present" Mom.
"No... I'm the only one that can be your Mommy.  Do you want a new Mommy?"
Sensing my insecurity, he got that 'all to familiar sheepish' look in his eye and smiling he said, "Yes."
"Okay..." I said, calling his bluff.
"I'm going to leave. Bye Daddy, Bye Wesley"  I said waiving at my strangely concerned looking husband who was feeding Wesley his sweet potatoes.  I turned and reached for the door.
"Noooooooooooooo!" Isaiah screamed.  His little eyes welled up with tears and he ran over, wrapping his arms around me tightly.
Geez, maybe he should trade me, I thought, feeling AWFUL.
"I'm sorry, Pickle.  Mommy won't leave.  I was being silly."  I said picking him up and kissing his little face. 
"I want you to stay..." He murmured in my ear holding me tighter, his tears wetting my cheek. 
"I know..." I soothed.
"I don't want another Mommy." He sobbed.
"I want the brown one."  He concluded.

I guess I am the brown one.

Feeling pretty happy to be a brown mom today because apparently, we are in short supply, haha.