There are times when I see my children sweetly sleeping in their beds and I know that I am blessed. I will tuck a wisp of dark hair behind a tiny ear or pull up the blankets to cover my all-too-quickly-growing baby and I think just how amazing is my job of being their mother. And then they wake up . . .
~ Oldest coming down the stairs after nap. “Mommy, I’m sorry for talking with my mouth full.” Confused, I asked what she was eating and she replied “pretend bread.”
~ Son when told he couldn’t have a cookie. “That’s not a good punishment. I want a different one. When you punish me like that it makes me sad.”
~ Oldest: “Math is fun!” – this can’t be my child!
~ Son in very pathetic voice, “I caaaannnn’t get dressed. I’m too cold!”
~ Oldest when leaving a toy pyramid for a moment “Mom, please don’t lick it while I’m gone.” Umm . . . okay ???
And my favorite silly comment:
~ Oldest when told she could eat at McDonalds, “I can’t believe my eyebrows!”
