E is such a love. He’s snips and snails and puppy dog tails. He’s a little boy and that’s what he’s made of. He’s also opinionated and bossy and full of the saucy. He gives me a hard time and makes me crazy.
That’s what moms are made of. Crazy. I am supermom.
Today he piped up from the backseat, almost an hour into our drive, “You’re ruining some of my favorite songs, mom. Please stop now.”
Whatever, punk. N had my back. “I like the way mom sings.”
And that from a kid who cannot tolerate displeasing noises of any sort. They tear up his soul and make his ears bleeeeeed!
I just finished changing my will and N gets it all.
Since this is Friday, I think I’ll wrap it up with an apology for Jeff. We’ll make this a regular Friday thing. Sorry I dropped your toothbrush on the bathroom floor yesterday, Jeff, and forgot to tell you. Also, sorry I told E you weren’t always very helpful when you put the boxes into the car in the wrong order this morning. I coped and no one died, so it was probably not such a big deal.
Happy Friday!
Delicious Minutiae 
Jeff said,
October 8, 2011 at 12:13 am
Be nice and I MIGHT tell you what I did to your toothbrush. Hugs and kisses.
Kim B. said,
October 9, 2011 at 11:13 am
That’s the bait toothbrush anyway. My real toothbrush is hidden in a class 1 cleanroom secret compartment in our house. Far away from germs and other icky stuff.