from Kyri
Last night my dad kept telling me about all the fun we were going to have and all the special things we do when Mommy goes out for a night with the girls. I couldn't believe she would go off to book group without me. After all, it is a girl thing.
But she did. I had a good time for a while. Then Dad tried to give me that passy thing with milk in it. Ick! That is a poor substitute for the real thing. Then I wondered when the real thing would be available. And I started to worry. And get a little mad.
When Mom showed up a LONG time later, I determined to let her know just how wrong her decision to leave me was. When Dad opened the door to let her in I put on my best "Fine, just leave me" face. I stared her down stonily. But she kept smiling at me and telling me she had missed me too. When Dad told her I wouldn't drink milk that other way, she offered me some milk. She really knows how to wear me down.
And before I knew it I was kissing her over and over, leaving her face all wet and shiny. I was smiling at her and holding her face and hair and telling her how glad I was that she was my mom. I didn't mean to forgive her so quickly. But I think she got the point.
2 comments:
R, you need to come to weddings more often on this side of the world. I love your blogging!
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