Carter woke up around 6:30 this morning and came into my room and got in bed with me, carrying his leappad with him. He was playing some roly poly game I'd told him the night before he could play when it was "Good Morning Time". He didn't waste a moment.
Carter: I am good at this game. I don't need your help.
Me: {from underneath my pillow} Ok.
Carter: But you are good at things, too, Mommy.
Me: Ok
Carter: Like.... going to bed. {pats my back in a comforting way} You are good at going to bed.
:/
While it's true I'm better at going to bed that HE is {imagine at least 30 minutes of arguing/fighting/negotiation/bribing each night}, it's a little bit insulting this is all he could pull out of his hat as far as mommy's talents.
Of course, I barely moved my head off my pillow in response to this.
Doing nothing. That's what I do well. ::sigh::
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