My youngest: "Momma, are you ALL better now?" (referring to my recovery from a recent hernia surgery)
Me: "Yep. I’m pretty much all better!"
My youngest: "So now can you pick up heavy stuff?"
Me: "Well, I’m still supposed to wait a couple more weeks before I lift anything that is super heavy."
My youngest: "How long until I can give you a really tight squeeze on your tummy?"
Me: "Um… you can give me a hug, just like you always do, but maybe no *really* tight squeezes around my middle for just a little bit longer."
My youngest: "Well, how long until you drive better?"
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2 comments:
muah ha ha ha ha! reminds me of the time I caught you zippin' around the whataburger parking lot to get to Chick-Fil-A drive thru...
Don't you love how she butters you up before she puts you down.
Too funny.
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