
this girl of mine is funny....
and for the majority of the day she is home alone...
with me.
so yesterday she came bounding in from dance
and climbed up on my lap and said,
"mommy, i want a turkey sandwich, chips,
and juice... on a tray... on your bed so i can watch a show."
my first instinct was to say "who do you think you are?"
then i remembered exactly who she is...
the adored youngest of 4.
so i said "you betcha" and followed her orders.
i even made a fort out of her sandwich to hold her chips.
have i crossed a line?
maybe.
do i adore her?
absolutely