A certain determined young boy in my family likes to make charts of Ivy's and Revel's preferences, the main point of which is to prove that Ivy loves him best.
"See, I'm up here," he begins. . .and then he digs his heels in and prepares to defend his claim at all costs. The other two males in the family cannot help but refute him. I keep right on cooking, Ivy at my feet (ahem); this is not the hill I'm going to die on.
"Ivy definitely loves Bear best," the other boy says.
"No, she loves me best," says Mr. Determination, "then Bear next. Bear, doesn't Ivy love me best?"
I roll out my sweet, neutral, possibly-maddening mama answer: "She loves us all dearly."
Love doesn't fit into a chart anyway, my dear; it's too big and beautiful and 3-D. We're all loved passionately; life is practically power-licking us! Let's enjoy it together, okay?