Lauren and Lindsay are in Lauren's room, jammied up, and ready for storytime. I'm lying on my bed with my eyes closed, a container of baby lotion rests on my forehead.
Lauren says, "Mommy said she is upset because she feels like no one is listening to her today." Her voice becomes higher, "But I am listening. And I need her."
Lindsay grunts in agreement.
"I'm going to go talk to her. You pick out a book or two for storytime, OK?"
"Ok, Lar-ren."
"Lindsay, you select two books and wait here with them and I will go talk to Mom."
"Ok, Lar-ren."
Lauren runs in, and flops on the bed next to me. I open my eyes slowly. "Hi."
She smirks. "You have a bottle on your head."
"Yes. Yes I do."
"It's a little bit funny."
"Oh?" I ask. "Just a little bit."
"No, actually it's pretty hilarious but I didn't want to hurt your feelings." she says, chuckling softly.
"Oh."
"So I told you a little white lie and said it was only a little bit funny..."
1 comment:
So glad to see your blogging again - personally, I have missed reading these amazing little glimpses into your world. Your daughters are priceless, enjoy that you have been blessed with the ability to stay at home with them. Because you will turn around one day and find they are all grown up! Thanks for sharing them with all of us.
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