After our Catholic ceremony while drinking champagne at the Elite Café, I goaded my mom, “Which of my friends do you like the most?” I didn’t think she would say anyone. I figured she’d say there were qualities she liked in each of them, just like she does with me and my sister. No favorites.
Instead my mom said, “Ahhh, the boys are like my sons. You (she put her arm around Marc’s shoulder), Conrado, Daniel. You’re my boys. You know I like all your girlfriends, but the boys are my favorite.”
I had no clue. You learn something new every day.
Besides, that kind of favoritism is pretty harmless.