Under normal circumstances my retort to the phrase "I want . . ." is "I wants get you absolutely nothing in this house." I made an exception this morning to Finwe's request."Where's Mom Mom?" He asked as I carried him from his bedroom to the first floor.
"She's at home in Florida."
He pursed his lips, wrinkled his nose, and said petulantly, "I want my Mom Mom!"
"I know you do. I know."
No comments:
Post a Comment