Monday, August 17, 2009


Tonight, I tucked in my 3 year old. She is my baby. She knows she is my baby. And she is one sneaky devil.

"Mommy?" she squeaks. (even tonsil-free, she's still a little Mouse).

I turn around, and stop in her doorway.

"You're the nicest Mommy I ever had."

It's two hours later, and I'm still laughing.


Jill said...

As opposed to her other "mean" mommy... you know, the witch who comes out once a month for a few days :)

Cote de Texas said...

thank you so much for your comment today!
I'm a dufus.