This morning, in the rush of getting the 4-year-old ready for school and finishing packing lunches, I was explaining that I needed to eat breakfast first before feeding the baby. While said baby whimpered in her bouncy-plaything, I told her, "Sweetheart, I know you're hungry. But Mommy needs to eat first and then I will feed you." Or else Mommy will be a cranky mommy, and that's no fun for anyone, I said under my breath.
"Yeah, and if Mommy is cranky, then we'll have to buy a new one," my son interjected.
HA! I never knew I was so disposable!
