Yes, I've been MIA the past few days. I am aware. I have no excuse. I am sorry. I will not tell you that it won't happen ever again ... because it probably will.
Anyway.
Yesterday morning, I'm whizzing through Target at 8:15am, for no particular reason. I've come to realize that if I get my daily Target fix first thing in the morning, I'm a much happier wife and mother for the rest of the day.
As the girls and I maneuver through the home decor aisle, Molly blurts out, "I'm done now. Mom, I want to go home. RIGHT NOW!"
Emily gasped as if someone just ripped the head of her prized Baby Chou Chou and responded to Molly in a very firm and matter of fact tone. "Molly. You MAY NOT speak to Mom that way. Only I can talk to her like that."
Hmmm, I guess being born 18 months earlier than another gives you the right to many things that even I, as a mother, did not know about.
The other woman in the aisle burst out in laughter as she witnessed the conversation between the girls ... chucking way too loud and long in my opinion. She voiced that my daughters were just adorable and she thought they were down right hilarious.
I, on the other hand, did not.
