After a few too many times in recent days being called a "horrible mother," these other two conversations made me smile:

Me: "You owe me an apology.

Darling Daughter: "I know. I'm just not ready yet."

(note: the apology did eventually come)






The next day the phone rings at about 4:30 p.m. I pick up.

Me: "Hello?"

DD: "What's for dinner?"

Me: "I don't know. Why?"

DD: "I'm hungry. I'm sick of candy."

Me:: "I know. Me too."

DD: "But I still want more candy, too."

Me:: "I know. Me too."