Kelly walks into my room after coming home from dance class.
"You rock, Mom."
"What'd I do?"
Her mouth full of yogurt, she points with her spoon at the yogurt cup that I had just brought home from the grocery store.
It doesn't take much to make some people happy, does it?
(Or was she implying that I don't grocery shop often enough?)
6 comments:
Are you sure it wasn't
You, rock Mom... ?
No...well...at least I don't think that's what she meant. Would that be good or bad?
We have a yogurt here that has a separate cup attached with a few dark and white chocolate covered cornflakes. It's a bit pricey but when I do buy it everyone likes me better. Ha ha.
That sounds tastier than the yogurts sold here with packets of sprinkles attached!
no it was def a you rock! and it was because...well...you just rock okay! do i have to have a reason?
Huh?
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