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.
2 comments:
As opposed to her other "mean" mommy... you know, the witch who comes out once a month for a few days :)
thank you so much for your comment today!
I'm a dufus.
Joni
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