This morning before I felt the usual sensation of fresh baby knees pummeling my face, I heard something. I dismissed it, being half asleep and generally lazy. Then I heard a little voice. And through my bathroom wall I heard "Oggies! Oggies! Mommy! Oggies!" Oh, God. My eyes snapped open and I bolted out of bed, leaving a trail of babies and spouses in my wake.
As I reached the kitchen, I saw the following:
Connor is such a sweet boy! Imagine, a two-year-old wanting to cook breakfast for his Mommie! I love you, Connor!
ReplyDeleteAwww, he was making breakfast for you! He's such a big help!
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