As I pulled into the parking lot, I realized that for some bizarre reason known only to my zombified brain, I had grabbed Sophie's lunch box and taken it with me.
Obviously, I turned around and drove home to return it. When I walked in the house, I found E on the couch reading, clueless to the fact that his naked daughter had climbed onto the window ledge in the dining room and was industriously making prints in the fog on the window with her butt. She greeted me cheerily, "Hey! Look--it's my crack!"
Today's best thing about being a mom:
Soph's experimental phrase of the day has been, "One hundred per cent!" She just told me that she's "One hundred per cent full" of her "One hundred percent noodle soup." Earlier, she told me, "Mommy, I love you one hundred percent!"
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
Okay--this one may fall in the TMI category. 2 of her teachers have babies that they nurse at school. Several times in the last few days, she's tried to "get a drink" from my boob. I've explained to her that she's not a baby, and only babies get drinks that way, but she's been annoyingly persistent. Kind of lost on this one.