It was early on a Saturday morning and I'd been working hard all week, so I was exhausted.
Sophie was about four years old and at just about her chattiest level, telling me what her multitude of imaginary friends had been up to and trying to teach me some of her made-up language.
Sophie was about four years old and at just about her chattiest level, telling me what her multitude of imaginary friends had been up to and trying to teach me some of her made-up language.
I finally begged for mercy by saying "Mommy's brain has a hard time waking up in the morning".
Did I really expect mercy? Did I honestly believe I would be given even a moment's peace?
Did I really expect mercy? Did I honestly believe I would be given even a moment's peace?
My lovely daughter instantly replied "Well then maybe you should eat fish first thing in the morning. It's brain food, you know".
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