My little guy told me the other day that I was beautiful. Unprompted! Not that I prompt him to do so...OK, I have...but not this time. I chalk it up to a Pavlovian thing. Here's the deal. For many years now I've required my kids to say something nice about me if they want me to make them a non-meal-time meal. I mean they're asking me to stop what I'm doing to basically do something they could totally do for themselves. So I'm perfectly reasonable, right?
Well, yesterday when my kid asked me to make a sandwich, he blurted out, "You're beautiful!" I think it actually popped out before he'd even had a chance to consider the words he was about to utter.
Me: "Why, thank you. Same sandwich as always?"
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