While laying together falling asleep last night Angela was at the brink with Abby. [It was a long weekend]. After many minutes of arranging Mommy just how she wanted, her last request was a little dictatorial.
NO, Tickle my back here!
Hey, don’t be so bossy.
[raising her head and flicking Angela lightly on the chin with her finger]
YOU don’t be so cranky!
The look she got back can’t be written, it can only be witnessed. Many of you have seen THAT look.
What she then said was…
Do you think that was a good thing or NOT so good thing to do?
[Nobody has accused Abby of being less than observant]
Not so good thing. Sorry Mommy, Sorry.
Shortly thereafter, when it was my turn Abby instructed me that she would like me to lay on my back so we could snuggle. Never one to turn down a good snuggle, I obliged. Whereupon she said:
Momma…ah…Daddy?
Yeah.
You are more comfy than Momma.
[This is news to me, Mommy has ALWAYS been the preferred snuggle]
I am? Why?
Cause your bones aren’t so hard.
So, some small measure of consolation for one previously flicked on the chin.
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