Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Why I love eight year olds.

This morning I popped some Eggo waffles in the toaster for my sugar bear (the above mentioned 8 yr old) and decided to put some whipped topping on it. This is the following conversation:

Sugar bear: "Mom! This is the best breakfast ever. You are such a great cook!"

Mom: "Thank you sweetie."

Sugar bear: "No, I mean it. I am so lucky to have you."

The truth, of course, is that I am the lucky one.