Zina wanted some orange juice yesterday. She pulled it out of the fridge and spilled half of it all over my floor. I was already crabby and did that exacerbated sigh moms make when they're biting their tongue because really they want to scream and throw things. I sarcastically say, "Thanks a lot Zina," as I'm throwing down rags on the floor.
She responds sweetly with, "You're welcome, Mommy."
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Priceless: "You're welcome, Mommy." I can totally see it, or hear it for that matter. "Lydia, you look cute today", and her response? "You're welcome," or "I know." I miss you!
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