Sitting at the table with a book, she was pointing at letters and making me say them: "Momma you're a very clever girl. High-five!"
Me: "Naomi, carry your bag upstairs please."
Naomi: "But Momma, the bag wants you!"
This morning, the kids were outside catching snowflakes on their tongues.
Me: "Ben what does yours taste like?"
Ben: "Like sugar!"
Me: "Naomi, what does yours taste like?"
Naomi: "Mine tastes like socks!"
Tonight, while giving me a hug: "You're the good Momma".