90 seconds of precious
walking into the kitchen, seeing my daughter play with pens and sing a little ditty of her own, i lean down and kiss her on the cheek.
“you’re so cute” i say.
“yeah i am” boo says bored with the compliment.
i walk over to the stove and toss the perogies.
“mommy, what are you doing?”
” i’m making potatoes and pink fish (salmon)”
“oh. cool.” says she.
i pop into the living room and relay the conversation to hubbin. back in the kitchen…
“you’re a cutie pie, you know that?” i smile at my beautiful boo.
“no. i am not a cutie pie. i am a sweetie pie.”
“that’s my favorite pie” i say, totally floored at the benefits of momdom.