I have blindly stumbled into the bathroom to put my contacts in. Four children follow me, milling around my legs like rats in a swarm.
ME: Why are you all following me?
None of them answer. Lotus giggles and runs off, Jude tries to trip me, Gabriel and Joaquin stand on either side of me, like honor guards, as I wash my contacts and put them in.
ME: You're following me so you can drive me crazy, right? And then Daddy can find his new wife. You're just trying to get your new Mommy here faster, aren't you?
Giggling
JOAQUIN: No Mama, we're following you because we love you.
ME: I doubt that. You're trying to get your new mommy here faster because she'll be prettier than I am.
JOAQUIN: No Mama, she won't. You're extremely pretty.
GABRIEL: mutters something that I suspect is "Extremely pretty mama"
MAMA: I suppose. But I'm still not giving you ice cream for breakfast, no matter how much you flatter me.
1 comments:
Joaquin is always good for a compliment, even if you are fishing for one... (or, especially if you are fishing...)
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