It’s 6:10 in the morning. The girls and I have been awake for well over an hour.
“Mommy,” says Ayay at the breakfast table. “Do you still love me even though I make you mad?”
“Sweetie, I will always love you no matter what, even when you make me mad,” I tell her.
“Well, I promise NEVER to make you mad ever ever EVER again,” she says as she crumbles her toast onto the floor while placing her feet on the dining room table for the fifth time in 4 minutes.
I smile to myself. It’s the thought that counts, right?