My kids offer their weekly dose of comic relief, condensed into this short post. Take two (Part I can be read here).
Woke up this morning to this horrifyingly sweet gesture of love from my little one. Nothing says love like a bunch of tiny aliens lined up in the shape of a heart, right next to a toy grenade.
My baby loves me.
My 6-year old is whining, frustrated with his homework.
6-year old: “You don’t know what it’s like to have to do this.”
Me: “Are you kidding me? I did it for so many years!”
6-year old: Not at Mackay, you didn’t (Mackay being his school). You don’t know what it’s like at Mackay.
Me: “Would you like more couscous?”
12-year old: “No, thank you. Carbs.”
I did get honorary mention, verbally, along the lines of, “If I could have chosen two heroes, I would have added you.” Silver Medal Meet My Hero Winner – Score. Also worth a mention is that yours truly was actually the one who administered first class ‘medical attention’ to the ‘stomach hurts’ scenario mentioned. I’m just saying.
Just think of these mischievous faces the next time your own little ones act up.. and give him one big kiss because they’ll only be this goofy/silly/cuddly once.