Wednesday, March 7, 2012

kid, you're killing me...

"Do you like being a mom?"
"I love it. Why?"
"Cause you're really good at it."
Maybe it's the stomach bug that's been consuming me for nearly forty-eight hours, maybe it's the steady diet of nothing due to said bug, but this little sentiment nearly brings me to tears.
I say nothing for a second...waiting for him to follow with, "Can we go to Toys R Us tomorrow?" or "Can I have a brownie?" (yes, he would consider this a reasonable request in bed inching toward nine o'clock on a school night...he's seven, duh)
"Thanks, Max."
He's fast asleep, *clunk*, head against the wall...  

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