Mom. Writer. Speaker.
We are having a typical, face-to-face potty conversation, when Emma stops and points to my mouth.
E: Mommy, your tooth.
M: Yes, those are my teeth.
E: But your tooth, Mommy.
M: Yes, honey that is my tooth. What about it?
E: It’s, it’s tipping over.
[long pause]
M: No, honey. It’s just crooked. Thanks for noticing.
E: Your welcome, Mommy.
She seriously melts my heart with that sweet smile.
Hat and onsie courtesy of Grammie!
Emma and I are paging through the new Little Einsteins coloring book Grandma & Grandpa gave her for Easter, and we come to a page that asks you to draw in creatures of the sea. Emma suggests I draw some fish and starfish. Of course, I draw away.
Then she says: “Mommy, draw Ariel.”
I respond: “A mermaid? Oh no, Emma. I don’t think Mommy can draw a mermaid.”
E: “Yes, you can, Mommy. You can do it. You’re a great Mommy!”
How could I say no to that?