Blue and Green at 1:54.
“Mommy. Mommy. Mommy.”
“What.”
“I need you to fix my bracelet.”
I fixed the bracelet. Which was to string a rubber band through an insanely small hook. Done.
“Mommy. Mommy.”
“What.”
“You pulled the green one through. Not the blue one. This isn’t how it goes.”
It’s 1:54 am. I may have actually growled.
Would you believe I fixed the bracelet?!
Everyone. To bed.
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Tricia Lott Williford
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Kim A. says:
I nominate you for “Mom of the Year” Award…..because I throw the stinkin’ rubber bands into the garbage when no one is looking. There I said it. And I took myself out of the running for said Award.