This morning, I got lots of love from my kids:
Emma: "Mom, thank you so much for folding socks and putting them in my drawer!" This would seem like a funny thing to be thankful for, but in our house, socks are hard to come by in a drawer.
Nathan: "Thank you for telling me I have to poop, Mom, you did such a good job!" It's the little stinky things that count!
This afternoon, Emma's mind had changed about me as she said, "Fe Fi Fo Fum, I smell the blood of a mommy who is mean to me!"
It's OK, she likes me again now--I'm "letting" her clean out under her bed.
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