It was such a precious moment
For some reason I didn't actually hit the post button for this entry, so here it sat on my work computer all weekend long. This is from Friday, September 8.
I have the Best. Boy. EVAR. No one else may claim that title for his/her son. That is my kid, through and through.
This morning, he was in a fairly good mood when he woke up (gee, not fighting with his mom the night before about homework might have had something to do with that), and I didn't even have to rush him to get to the bus stop on time. We were sitting in the car waiting for the bus, and I decided to apply a little bit of lip gloss and mascara. I pulled the makeup out of my purse, adjusted the mirror so I could see, pulled out the mascara wand and then Mack piped up with, "I don't know why you put that on. You're beautiful just like you are."
*heart swells with love*
OMG, this kid is gonna make a good husband some day, as long as he remembers that THIS is the right kind of thing to say to a woman. I must've done something right along the way...
I have the Best. Boy. EVAR. No one else may claim that title for his/her son. That is my kid, through and through.
This morning, he was in a fairly good mood when he woke up (gee, not fighting with his mom the night before about homework might have had something to do with that), and I didn't even have to rush him to get to the bus stop on time. We were sitting in the car waiting for the bus, and I decided to apply a little bit of lip gloss and mascara. I pulled the makeup out of my purse, adjusted the mirror so I could see, pulled out the mascara wand and then Mack piped up with, "I don't know why you put that on. You're beautiful just like you are."
*heart swells with love*
OMG, this kid is gonna make a good husband some day, as long as he remembers that THIS is the right kind of thing to say to a woman. I must've done something right along the way...